What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Choke (via decembrist)
I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again
— Charles Bukowski (via venebelle)
You’re going to discover that conversations are best at 4am. The heavier the eyelids, the sincerer the words. Those are the talks you’ll remember. It’s ok not to know the answer and silence is not awkward.
It’s shared, so share it more often than not.
— Jeff Stuckel. (via blindbonesbradley)
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
— E.E. Cummings (via theydontwantustoescape)
Don’t tell them too much about your soul. They’re waiting for just that.
— Jack Kerouac, Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954 (via honeyforthehomeless)
I was beginning to understand something about normality. Normality wasn’t normal. It couldn’t be. If normality were normal, everybody could leave it alone. They could sit back and let normality manifest itself. But people – and especially doctors – had doubts about normality. They weren’t sure normality was up the job. And so they felt inclined to give it a boost.
— Jeffrey Eugenides (via troubled)
