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May 29, 2012

Fantasy

People neglect the depressing because the depressing is real.

The positivity in their lives isn’t brought on by surrounding themselves with optimism. It’s brought on due to the lack of acceptance and understanding of the negative.

Turning the other cheek to the most upsetting and prevalent things is worse than being the most radical pessimist. In these people’s worlds, the glasses aren’t half full. They’re not even half empty. There’s just no water to begin with.

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frozen-alive: Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife Alice died of kidney failure. He never spoke publicly about her again.

frozen-alive:

Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife Alice died of kidney failure. He never spoke publicly about her again.

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"Gone mad is what they say, and sometimes Run mad, as if mad is a different direction, like west; as if mad is a different house you could step into, or a separate country entirely. But when you go mad you don’t go any other place, you stay where you are. And somebody else comes in."

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Margaret Atwood (via facelessdistraction)

I loved this book.

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"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable."

— C.S. Lewis (via atomos)

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hieronymusboschquiat: Virginia Woolf’s suicide note, written to her husband Leonard. (On 28 March 1941 Virginia Woolf put on her coat, filled the pockets with rocks and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body wasn’t found until 18 April 1941. Her husband burried her cremated remains in their garden).

hieronymusboschquiat:

Virginia Woolf’s suicide note, written to her husband Leonard.

(On 28 March 1941 Virginia Woolf put on her coat, filled the pockets with rocks and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body wasn’t found until 18 April 1941. Her husband burried her cremated remains in their garden).

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