However you choose to portray the world and your situation is how it will manifest. Don’t underestimate the power of language in ferrying information over the gap between actuality and perception: just like thought corrupts language, language corrupts thought. A lexicon of cynicism nurtures your own hell, vocabulary of peace grows your heaven. Sometimes it’s beyond will to overcome the inertia of pain, but it’s also up to you to develop and exercise the muscles against it. Above all, just don’t poison your own soul; there are too many episodes in life for it to be hamstrung with a malignant set of tools.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
"There's this idea that a person's life is like a staircase… A mistake happens, a lesson is learned, and you're constantly growing and growing until you become older and wiser and then you die…
Life doesn't seem to work that way. I think I believed that it would, that I would try these different things - writing, acting, theater, directing - and somehow it would all make it clear where to go. And instead here I am in the middle of my life, completely lost."
~ethan hawke
Friday, February 4, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
"what the fuck's your problem? [...] you have everything and you're doing your goddamn best to throw it all away [...] i'm the fuck up in the family, not you."
"don't say that [...] you didn't do anything wrong."
"it doesn't matter what i do...or what i choose. i am what's wrong. there's nothing i can do about it. if - if i'm not hurting myself, i'm hurting everyone around me. there's nothing i can do about it. i am...i am broken."
"don't say that [...] you didn't do anything wrong."
"it doesn't matter what i do...or what i choose. i am what's wrong. there's nothing i can do about it. if - if i'm not hurting myself, i'm hurting everyone around me. there's nothing i can do about it. i am...i am broken."
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
but more is never enough
it started like a stone
i grew it out but then i rested it
i found sweet road
it came announced on the right
i left my purse then found the road
hell. o.
the trick to staying alive is
to not feel too much
so you can survive
the trick to living is
to feel much too much
and in that terribleness
decide
it is worth it.
to not feel too much
so you can survive
the trick to living is
to feel much too much
and in that terribleness
decide
it is worth it.
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