Make Haste To Live

A collection of these things I do

lexi-love-child:

This is the most adorable thing ever.

(Source: best-of-memes, via flying-stl)

We sit on the couch with only the air between us. The windows are always open here; the door is always unlocked. Sometimes the air is cold and there’s not a lot of it in between us. We surprise ourselves with sure movements.

Everything is easy. I think she understands. I think I do too. I try not to think a lot, but I could talk with her until my language fails and my eyes droop. That’s been happening sooner lately (I’m not well).

But I still think she understands. I betray myself in hoping. I may keep a schedule and wear a watch and dust and make my bed every morning, but I’ll still take a chance on an honest heart. 

May I never become to cold and bitter for that, for she warms me and brings me comfort and in our fits of intellectual and emotional passion she reminds me of my humanness. 

For she reminds me to breathe, or makes me forget how to altogether. 

“It always takes me by surprise how dark it gets this time of year and how apparent it all becomes that you’re not close, not even near. No matter how many times it tell myself I have to be sincere I have a hard time standing up and facing those fears. But Frank put it best when he said, “You can’t plan on the heart.” Those words keep me on my feet when I think I might just fall apart… And every morning when I wake, God, it’s the same. There’s nothing more to it, I just get through it.”

—   First Aid Kit

It’s never coming across how I mean. Despite all the lyricism I’m capable of I would boil it down to the simplest terms language could produce just to say: I forgot I could feel this way. 

It doesn’t soften my depression or remove my stress, but it’s something. I forgot how to breath because of something good for the first time in as long as I can remember. I remember how those unexpected deaths deflated my lungs and how abandonment collapsed my airways. I remember how the pain I caused and the pain I was dealt stopped me short, mid-breath, unsure of my own nervous response. 

But an innocent joy? I thought time and time again, “Surely, I’ve felt this way before. This can’t be the first time I enjoyed company like this.” But I’m older now. I’m pragmatic. I’m not cold. I’m not even guarded. But I know myself better. 

I attempt to ward off overthinking and comparatively, I’m doing very well in that regard. But something stands out here. And I want to pay attention to this reaction and the succeeding events.

I don’t want to go to sleep tonight, because I know that I won’t want to wake up. 

“Out of bed he faced his mirror to watch the tears, examine his sadness, trace the woe. Like a child, curious after emotion, he charted his own map, found no capital city of despair, but only a vast and empty expanse of sorrow, and went to shave.”

—   Last Rites, Ray Bradbury

“My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy.”

—   Maya Angelou (via purplebuddhaproject)

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acquaintedwithrask:

superhappy:

cognitivedissonance:

After threats against her life, Anita Sarkeesian canceled an upcoming talk at Utah State University. Gamergate trolls are celebrating on Twitter while simultaneously dismissing the threats as nothing. Does this read like nothing to you?

“I will write my manifesto in her spilled blood, and you will all bear witness to what feminist lies and poison have done to the men of America.”

The email’s author threatened to murder feminist women indiscriminately in a mass shooting. And because carrying guns on campus outweigh the right of students and guests to be safe, Anita Sarkeesian canceled her talk.

BUT WE SHOULDN’T FEEL THREATENED, RIGHT?

BECAUSE IT’S JUST THE INTERNET, RIGHT?

The bullies won this time. And if you think this shit isn’t dangerous, I’m fresh out of fucks to give and I’m not restocking any time soon. It’s goddamn wrong to to dismiss this by claiming the author isn’t serious. Elliot Rodger’s rantings were dismissed until it was too late.

This. Is. Not. OK.

guns… literally more important than the lives of women in the state of loveable mormons

One of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever seen.

Just a reminder that this is real life. In 2014. 

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crumbled-paper-hearts:

Tumblr + Skeletons in October

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anthonyedwardstarks:

You were looking for a way to change your life. You could not do this on your own. All the ways you wished you could be…that’s me! I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable and most importantly, I’m free in all the ways that you are not. No, this is impossible. This is crazy. No, people do it every day. They talk to themselves. They see themselves as they like to be. They don’t have the courage you have, to just run with it. Naturally you still wrestling with it so sometimes you’re still you. Other times you imagine yourself watching me.

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