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”I have feminist bones and when I hear things or see people react to women in certain ways I have very little tolerance.”

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…Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.

Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons (via wordsnquotes)

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She drinks pints of coffee and writes little observations and ideas for stories with her best fountain pen on the linen-white pages of expensive notebooks. Sometimes, when it’s going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery.

David Nicholls, One Day (via wordsnquotes)

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You have to protect yourself from sadness. Sadness is very close to hate. Let me tell you this. This is the thing I learned. If you take in someone else’s poison – thinking you can cure them by sharing it – you will instead store it within you.

Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient (via wordsnquotes)

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- Buy lace underwear and model it around at home. You’re a goddess, own it. - Realize the fact that if somebody can’t see your virtues doesn’t it mean you don’t have them. - Pamper yourself. Fill the bathtub with hot water, throw in a bath bomb, jump in, play some music and enjoy. Exfoliate your skin, wash your hair, use a hair mask. Don’t dare to leave the bathroom till you’ve polished every single inch of your body. Try to polish your soul too. - Remember situations you faced in the past. Realize they’re not a big deal anymore. That bad anxiety you had two months ago suddenly seem so small you might just want to laugh for being so silly, and now it’s over all those tears you cried are the most pointless thing ever. This will happen over and over again, so next time you face a problem remember in a year from now it will be insignificant. - Go for a walk on your own. Walk aimlessly without a finish line. Come back home when you’re tired, no need to hurry. - Doodle. Maybe you think you’re doing not so great at living but your watercolors skills are still on point. - Buy yourself flowers. This one needs no explanation. - Clean bed sheets are always a good idea. - Stare at yourself in a mirror after a long nap and admire how glowing, beautiful and dreamy your face looks. Naps work wonders. - In fact, stare at yourself on a mirror daily. Each time compliment on something. Maybe today you like your hair but don’t enjoy the shape of your lips, but that’s ok because tomorrow you’ll be delighted at how cute your smile is even tho your hair might be a mess. Learn to love you. - Bake cookies just to eat with your fingers the remaining cookie dough. Everybody knows that’s the best part of baking. - Forgive yourself.

Tips for people who feel lost  (via anditwasmonday)

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lalochezia

(noun) In our list of interesting words, lalochezia is the state of emotional relief one achieves from using vulgar language. This satisfying feeling accompanied with the act of telling someone to f— off is a great stress relief. If somebody accuses you of having a potty mouth, counteract their unimaginative insult by explaining that copious amounts of lalochezia is helping you from punching them in the face. A little humor and intelligence always goes a long way.  (via wordsnquotes)

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So you attempt to hide your loneliness in public, to behave, in fact, as though you have too many friends already, and thus you hope to attract people who will unwittingly save you. But it never works that way. Your condition is written all over your face, in the hunch of your shoulders, in the hollowness of your laugh. You fool no one.

David Murosek (via augustuszeus)

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I commit. It’s what I do. The only thing I know how to do. I’m loyal, I invest little pieces of myself into the people around me. This is both my saviour and my destructor. It means, that it leaves the centre of my chest aching with yearning when I miss someone important to me. It means that when I see others sad my whole chest feels like it’s being crushed, it means when things are good it feels like my lungs are burning, my being on the brink of explosions. I lose myself to the people around me. Everything I feel is so intense it becomes an almost physical sensation. That’s why I believe that our souls live in our chest, when my emotions are strong that’s where I feel them. And sometimes, I lose myself completely, and it feels like a gaping hole lies inside me. Because my soul is no longer my own, but belongs to you.

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I wanted to experience things. I wanted to know what van Gogh felt when he cut his ear off. I wanted to know what those things, those intense kind of extremes were like. And I found out.

Dennis Hopper (via thetalks)

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I was fascinated by strangers, wanted to know what food they ate and what dishes they ate it from, what movies they watched and what music they listened to, wanted to look under their beds and in their secret drawers and night tables and inside the pockets of their coats.

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My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean...

And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying...

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'And then, it was the kind of darkness your eyes never adjust to.'

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'I either eat too much or starve myself. Sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. Fall in love very hard or hate passionately. Drink my coffee at night and shower in the morning. I never understood grey. I never had grey.'

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What if I asked you about suffering… Just a hypothetical question. You might relate all those sad stories you heard; or give me a discourse on the injustice of the world and the wrath of the gods… Or you might even endow me with a repertoire of wisdom on how to cope with the pain and the loss; what to do and what not to do…. Yes, after listening to you, I might be wiser, more knowledgeable… But the throbbing ache will still be there. You see, one cannot speak of suffering nor describe or discourse. One suffers. One suffers in silence - the deafening silence, the abysmal silence, which slowly, only slowly transforms into a healing silence…

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'The window's open now and the winter settles in We'll call it Christmas when the adverts begin I love your depression and I love your double chin...'

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John Keating: Why do I stand up here? Anybody? Dalton: To feel taller! John Keating: No! [Dings a bell with his foot] John Keating: Thank you for playing Mr. Dalton. I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way.