January 2011
Up goes the white flag of surrender, I’m going back. Farewell once again to the pathetic excuse of a social life I hung onto for dear life.
“I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: Hello,...”
– Charles Bukowski (via apathie)
doing laundry and cleaning out my closet at 4 in the morning. what is the meaning of life?
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We chide ourselves of our disreputable pasts and humiliate ourselves with enough stories to put together an anthology. We sigh and ask ourselves, what were our lives, and thank each other for getting past that phase, the tumultuous chapter of our lives when we wrecked our bodies and tainted our minds. Sometimes, though, we’ll get quiet, and amidst the shivers and regrets, there is a bit of...
“You mean she would rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than...”
РAm̩lie (via apathie)
Irrationality is the foundation of this disease. To be fair, I recognize this. On the other hand, it isn’t like I’m completely delusional. I can make sense of the reality that surrounds me and go about by practical means; I am a typical, cognitive, fully functional human being. Then again, how can I distinguish between what is considered “normal” thinking and what is the...
