“But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you…Your muscles will toughen. So will your heart and soul. That’s necessary for survival. But don’t lose touch with that person deep inside you, or else you won’t really have survived at all.”—Louis Sachar (via obliteratedheart) (via recklessinfatuation) (via hellocuriosity) (via teatime-with-nikki)
“Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again. And what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two make four, and that Paris is the capital of France. When will we also teach them what they are? We should say to each of them: Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move. You may become a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything. Yes, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then harm another who is, like you, a marvel? You must work, we must all work, to make the world worthy of its children.”— Pablo Picasso (via thechocolatebrigade)
Celebrity: Someone who can go to a party in a soft shirt, without shaving. Personality: The gift of being charmingly rude. Gentleman: A man who always has some small change. Lady: A woman who can hold her liquor anywhere, any time. Home: A place to sleep as a last resort. Success: Being recognized by the head-waiter.
“When I say it’s you I like, I’m talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed.”—Fred Rogers (via quote-book)
I believe that the best remedy for frustration, anguish, upset is to throw your energy, wholeheartedly, into something positive. When you want to give up or be useless and stay in bed, make yourself get up and channel all those toxic thoughts into something good. Don’t do drugs or sleep all day. Furiously go to the gym, bake cookies for people you love or do your homework. Because the outlet doesn’t really matter much and it will get your mind off of things and in the end, you’ll be left with something good to combat what you’re upset about.
“Wouldn’t life be perfect if… sweatpants were cute, mondays were fun, junk food didn’t make you fat, girls didn’t cause so much drama, guys weren’t so confusing, and goodbye only meant until tomorrow.”—(via justbecauseimme)
why do we go to parties? Why does our generation, and every one before us, go out and dance with and kiss people, being temporarily so close when it actually means nothing?
Maybe it does mean something. Maybe it’s wanting to be close to someone but being too scared to make it something real, or unwilling to put in the effort, put up with the bad stuff, risk the heartbreak. You walk into a party and it’s like you’re signing a mutual agreement that we can all be close to each other and pretend it’s not big deal. (But this doesn’t necessarily mean that it isn’t actually a big deal, just that the pretending makes it easier.)