Be careful, you are not in wonderland
I’ve heard the strange madness long growing in your soul
but you’re fortunate in your ignorance
in your isolation
you who have suffered
find where love hides
give, share, lose
lest we die, unbloomed.
Allen Ginsberg (via daemonsandfae)
My 99 year old great grandfather was at my house for Christmas and we were watching cake boss because it’s his favourite show, except it was already recorded so I fast forwarded through the commercial and my grandpa screamed and said “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? ARE YOU TIME TRAVELLING?? ELLIE YOU CAN’T DO THAT”
toska (ˈtō-skə); noun
in russian - at its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. at less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. in particular cases it may be the desire of somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. at the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.
oh my god i’m fucking sick of this generation’s mentality that your sadness is beautiful and somebody will fix you and all this fucking john green shit nobody will find you in a bookstore reading bukowski and want to lie with you and nobody will kiss your scars and you will not be like effie and freddie you’ve got to be your own fucking hero and surround yourself with positivity
^^^ You know what I’m sorry but, fuck this. The only thing I respect about this post is the fact that you have to fix yourself and be your own hero. Besides that there is nothing fucking wrong with having a person next to you while you do it, and while they do the same for themselves. Also, sadness is beautiful and emotions are beautiful and it’s not a generational error to feel. Writers, painters, architects, scientists, fucking human beings of all generations have relied on emotions to create the things that help us get through this life, the things we rely on every single day that few even notice anymore. And no, this generation’s mentality is not feeling, this generation’s mentality has become numbing and covering while hiding behind technology and complaining and being showered in convenience and then saying that emotions are ugly. And you know what fuck you because I will find someone in a bookstore or outside or in a cafe, or anywhere that I go that really matters to me. And the rest of you that agree with this will sit here on the computer being cynical and meeting more negative people instead of changing your lives. And you know what, also, fuck me for taking time to type this because that puts me even closer to that category myself. Sometimes you just gotta say it though
p.s. I don’t know what people you’re talking about who want a relationship like Effie’s and Freddie’s because why
"What are the flowers for?"
“My friend gave them to me to cheer me up.”
“Why did you need cheering up?”
“It’s been a rough week for several reasons. It began with me crying while reading a poem in front of a bunch of people.”
“What was the poem about?”
“It was about my best friend attempting suicide in my house, then me having an abortion a few years later, then that same friend successfully committing suicide, then me getting pregnant. It’s sort of my reflection on the cyclical nature of life. And how we are a lot more connected than we understand or admit. The poem is titled: ‘I realized last night that, for the first time in my life, I am finally really willing to be an organ donor.’
I was like “Sherlock Holmes”? Are we not saying that right?
How is it supposed to be said….
They’re probably talking about Barflesnarp Crumpleface…
Oh, you mean Buttermilk Snugglesnatch?