silent memories.
something is wrong with me.
No, I’m serious. I have a problem.
Have you forgotten, dear friend?
I was always there.
a net for you to fall on.
have you forgotten?
But I must insist, sir. You have me completely wrong.
You see, sometimes I switch.
I switch and suddenly, I am not myself.
I become someone I know not of.
Really, sir, a complete stranger.
I only ask that you excuse my apparent flippancy.
And allow me time to find myself again.
Oh, how fleeting I am.
Almost impossible to catch.
But I am so close.
I am always so close.
Lullaby (chuck palahniuk)
You tell yourself that noise is what defines silence. Without noise, silence would not be golden. Noise is the exception.
The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up.
The shortcut to closing a door is to bury yourself in details.
This is how we must look to God.
As if everything’s just fine.
Now take off your shoe, and with your bare foot, stomp. Stomp and keep stomping. No matter how much it hurts, the brittle broken plastic and wood and glass, keep stomping until the downstairs neighbor pounds the ceiling with his fist.
These sound-oholics. These quite-ophobics.
The details about Duncan are he’s pocked with acne scars and his scalp is brown along the hairline every two weeks when he dyes his gray roots. His computer password is “password.”
oh yeah.
I remember. I used to be easier to please.
baby girl, you’re too pretty to cry.
me cheeks are still puffy
Hey… I look relatively normal!
meethinks the lady doth protest too much.
I will wear you in my heart’s core. aye, my heart of heart.
Two phrases I learned I loved. Thank you Shakespeare.
I hate myself for not knowing self control.
Someone save me from this madness.
How does one learn discipline?
How does one rid themselves of bad habits?
Should I go cold turkey?
I don’t know. But I’m losing faith in myself.
(via fuckyeahskinnybitch)
smile. this photo makes me smile.
