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lacitylac:

You know that question that people like to ask? Its something like, would you rather have a mix of absolutely amazing moments and absolutely horrible moments or just a consistent strand of mediocrity (actually now that I think about it I think its in reference to friends…would you rather have one…

Yep.

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Sloane Crosley  (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)

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Basking in misery, unhappiness and discontent is something I am not indifferent to. It has seemed to consume my entire being. The fog doesn’t seem to lift - and it seems if it only cleared up just a little, I could get things done. I could live a life. I could feel alive. It’s like this - you can’t make yourself snap out of it. You can’t slap it out of your system. You just have to go through the daily motions to cope, if you allow yourself to do that. This fog - it may not clear up any time soon. I understand that. I must tell myself this: Don’t let it consume your entire being. You can continue to work with this haze until, somewhere down the road, it will lift, and you will see clearly. It will happen, if you don’t allow it to disable you. You know that you are so much stronger than this blanket that seems too tightly wrapped around your brain. You just have to allow yourself to be strong through practice. It’s so easy to let it overcome you, blinding you from the rest of the world, and even from yourself. Don’t give up on yourself, and don’t undermine what you are capable of. It may be hard work, time and effort, and you may need to push yourself way more than you’re use to - but you are strong enough to walk through this haze. Perhaps through this journey, clarity will come to you in ways you never thought it would. Perhaps indirectly and slowly, you may snap out of it. So Ashley. Don’t give in to that voice in your head that says that it’s okay to continue on this destitute road of barely living. Of deadening your soul as each day goes by. I know doing things exhausts you. But with time and practice, I think they will become easier. And you will be happier. Let this be a source of motivation for you. You know that where you are right now is not making you happy and is leaving you stagnant. You may not succeed the first try, or the tenth try. But practice living your life, and you will get it eventually. And it is only you and your choices that will get you out of this. Only you.

tahi-star:

Wrong is the new right!!!

jaymug:

It’s right to be wrong - Paul Arden

When you’re lost in those woods, it sometimes takes you a while to realize that you are lost. For the longest time, you can convince yourself that you’ve just wandered off the path, that you’ll find your way back to the trailhead any moment now. Then night falls again and again, and you still have no idea where you are, and it’s time to admit that you have bewildered yourself so far off the path that you don’t even know from which direction the sun rises anymore.

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“I thought that was an image I had to put in my pocket and keep with me. I’m not exactly sure why. It’s not that I need to remember it, because I won’t forget those kind of things, but I just want to write them down and look at them. It’s almost like when things like music come out and you’re listening to a song and you have experiences with art or phenomena that supersede your simple relationship with them as just a piece of art. They’re more than that. That’s just what those quotes are for me. They’re big, they’re important.”

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tahi-star:

NOTE TO SELF

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You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

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katharoi:

And after all the parties and the reunions and those funerals and everything, I remembered that we had buried a time capsule. Perhaps we were already old friends when we had the plan; fill a sealed box with our secrets and bury it. I think the idea was to dig it up when all our secrets had become…

The Great American Dream is coming true for many.  Obviously, I believe that to pursue the American Dream is not only futile but self-destructive because ultimately it destroys everything and everyone involved with it.  By definition it must, because it nurtures everything except those things that are important: integrity, ethics, truth, our very heart and soul.  Why?  The reason is simple: because Life/life is giving, not getting. 

I am not suggesting we need to give everything to the poor and homeless - the millions of them who are still here in the midst of plenty - put on a hair shirt and go through the streets with a begging bowl.  This, in and of itself, is no more nurturing than the pursuit of getting.  I am not afraid of money and what it can buy.  I would love to have a house full of stuff - of course I would need a house first.  I have been hungry and see nothing noble in hunger.  Neither do I see anything noble in eating high on the hog, though eating is certainly better.  But to believe that getting stuff is the purpose and aim of life is madness.   

It seems to me that we all have a dream of our own, our own personal vision, our own individual way of giving, but for many reasons we are afraid to pursue it, or to even recognize and accept its existence.  But to deny our vision is to sell our soul.  Getting is living a lie, turning our back on the truth, and Visions are glimpses of the truth: Obviously nothing external can truly nurture my inner life, my Vision. 

What happens when I turn my back on my Vision and spend my time and energy getting the stuff of the American Dream?  I become agitated, uncomfortable in my own skin, because the guilt of abandoning my Self/self, of deserting my Vision, forces me to apologize for my existence, to need to prove myself by approaching life as if it’s a competition.  I have to keep getting stuff in an attempt to appease and satisfy that vague sense of discontent that worms its way through me. 

Certainly not everyone will experience this torment, but enough do and have no idea what is wrong.  I’m sure the psychologists have a term for this free-floating anxiety, but the cause is what is destroying us, not the classification.  There are always millions who seem to get away with doing the things that we think abominable, and thrive.  It certainly appears that way.  Yet I know, absolutely, from my experience, that there are no free lunches in this life, and eventually we all have to accept full and total responsibility for our actions, everything we have done, and have not done. 

Unfortunately, I suspect there will never be a requiem for the Dream, simply because it will destroy us before we have the opportunity to mourn its passing.  Perhaps time will prove me wrong.  As Mr. Hemingway said: “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”

— Hubert Selby, Jr.  From the preface to Requiem For A Dream, pp. v-vii. (via fevereddream)

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Ashley 24 ♥ Korean NY


I'm quite a wise girl, or maybe I just love bullshit.
People like bullshit, especially when it's adorned
with fancy olives and lemon twists for show.
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This is not exclusively a thinspo blog, but a mixture of anything and everything I love and aspire to. Looking for other inspirational tumblrs as well! <3 Peace love xo

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