& you know what it actually IS lifechanging to smile at strangers & say please & thank you & goodmorning & compliment someones outfit & help someone in need & be more accepting of loving other people just because they are other people!!!
to have failed is a sign you tried…. the mistakes, the relationships that didn’t make it, the job you didn’t get, the plans that fell through…. you tried, you lived, you loved.
Living alone is like— I laugh alone (without my bestfriend); I eat alone (without my mother); I sleep alone (without my dog); I get bored alone (without my brother); I wake up alone to an empty room (my father is not here watching the news in the hall); I think alone (the only person here is the reflection of myself in a mirror), and I cry alone (I need my Love right now).
born to be richie tozier (loud, always laughing, thrives with other people, unapologetic yourself), forced to be eddie kaspbrak (worries too much, easily grossed out, full of rage, trapped in a cycle of familiarity even though it’s awful)
just googled my symptoms and it turns out it was boris i missed, the whole impulsive mess of him: gloomy, reckless, hot-tempered, appallingly thoughtless. boris pale and pasty, with his shoplifted apples and his russian-language novels, gnawed-down fingernails and shoelaces dragging in the dust. boris - budding alcoholic, fluent curser in four languages - who snatched food from my plate when he felt like it and nodded off drunk on the floor, face red like he’d been slapped.
hey man I found a piece of your soul stuck in the text messages of old friends you don’t speak to anymore. do you want it back
People might bring up Vincent van Gogh as an example of a painter who did great work in spite of, or because of, his suffering. I like to think that van Gogh would have been even more prolific and even greater if he wasn't so restricted by the things tormenting him. I don't think it was pain that made him so great, I think painting brought him whatever happiness he had.
—David Lynch
Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Howl”
waaaaaiiit omg… wait i just remembered they don’t love you like i love you