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| I know its been forever since i've updated but life happens.
I'll update whenever I find good enough quotes.
Its hard to find the real beautiful ones... I saw the movie "Into the Wild" and it was amazing. I recomend it to anyone. I'm reading the book right now, but the story of Chris McCandless is a striking one.
Some of the quotes are from it. "we do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit" "because it’s not love to be static like the desert, nor is it love to roam the world like the wind. and it’s not love to see everything from a distance like you do. love is the force that transforms and improves….because when we love, we always strive to become better than we are." "i had a thought, on the way home from the rock field, that things we don’t know about a person are the things that make them human, and it made me feel sad to think that, but sad in that reassuring way that some sadness has, a sadness that says welcome home in twelve different languages." (I love this one)
"the sea’s only gifts are harsh blows, and occasionally, the chance to feel strong. now, i don’t know much about the sea, but i do know that that’s the way it is here, and i also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong, but to feel strong. to measure yourself at least once. to find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions, facing the blind, deaf stone alone, nothing to help you but your hands and your own head."
Do you wanna know a secret that I didn't tell anybody ever?... You know how ducks fly home in a V? It's like a v-shape when they get home? I was walking my dog and I looked up and there's this big V above me, there's all these ducks flying back to their home. And right when they flew above me, I saw 'em and, they crashed into a big house! The whole V! And then, they hit the ground, and they just kinda curled up. You ever fucking see that? Have you ever seen a mistake in nature? Have you ever seen an animal make a mistake? There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea and the music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Nature more."
"Some people feel like they don't deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past."
So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun."
— Chris McCandless
Sorry its not too long, but they are good.
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I've grown accustomed to her face! She almost makes the day begin! I've grown accustomed to the tune that she whistles night and noon. Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs, are second nature to me now, like breathing out and breathing in... I was serenely independent and content before we met! Surely I could always be that way again... And yet... I've grown accustomed to her looks, accustomed to her voice, accustomed... to her... face.
Light like this does not exist, but we wish it did. We wish the sun could make us young and beautiful, we wish our clothes could glisten and ripple against our skin , most of all, we wish that everyone we knew could be brightened simply by our looking at them.
It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and there's this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it. And this bag was, like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life behind things, and... this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse, I know. But it helps me remember... and I need to remember... Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in.
-I fell in love.
-Oh, as if you had no choice? There's a moment, there's always a moment, "I can do this, I can give into this, or I can resist it", and I don't know when your moment was, but I bet you there was one.
Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words.
All you have left is a blurry vision; something crossed between memory and fantasy.
"Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind, in the commonplaces of the asylum where the cracked mirror or my own selfish death outstared me."
I think it was the first time in my life I ever felt like I looked "good". Do you know what I mean? That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair's right for the first time in your life? I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is
"It has stayed with me through most of my own relationships. When I fell in love and got married, I lived in constant fear of being left. Whatever you love most, you fear you might lose, you know it can change. Why do you look from left to right when you cross the street? Because you don't want to get run over. But, you still cross the street."
“We all need something we consider worth getting up in the morning for. Whether it's real or not; healthy or destructive; tangible or false is irrelevant. since when you’ve got nothing to hang onto, deception can seem pretty inviting
I was forever staring at the tender blue veins along the inside of my wrists, fragile twigs trapped under ice
My death from the wrists,
two name tags,
blood worn like a corsage to bloom
one on the left and one on the right
"Eventually he began to see that light was what he photographed, not objects. The objects merely were the vehicles for reflecting the light. If the light was good, you could always find something to photograph."
"There was such an incredible logic to kissing, such a metal-magnet pull between two people that it was a wonder that they found the strength to prevent themselves from succumbing every second. Rightfully the world should be a whirlpool of kissing into which we sank and never found the strength to rise up again."
Every addiction was just a way to treat the same problem. Drugs or overeating, or alcohol and sex, it was all just another way to find peace. To escape what weknow. Our education. Our bite of the apple. Language, she said, was just our way to explain away the wonder and glory of the world. To deconstruct. to dismiss. She said people can't deal withhow beautiful the world really is. How it can't be explained and understood.
But where was it when I first heard the sound of humility? It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody. How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery,to love and be loved. Let's just hope that is enough.
This is love, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?
I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That's the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about.”
We keep burning in the brown smog pit. The girls swarm in their black moth dresses. Their scalps are shaved like concentration camp ladies. Rats click my head. Everything is broken
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| A new update.
Hope you like it.
Thanks for the comments and subs. "You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you, that's where I'll be waiting." I know a girl who cries when she practices violin because each note sounds so pure it just cuts into her, and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes. Now, to me, everything else just sounds like a lie. it's the art of not letting it get to your head, not letting it break your heart, and not letting the world see when it does And nobody knows the whole story, They didnt see the night, When you destroyed it all. I'm not me anymore, You took away my privilege of that. She has two lives. She has the life she is leading, and also the books she is writing. 
That is what we do. That is what people do. They stay alive for each other. What you feel only matters to you. It's what you do to the people you love. That's what matters. That's the only thing that counts So here we are again, inside your neon shrine. Sharing a chopping block beneath embarassed light, that tries to hide from us, it tucks itself away.So we both grab hold and say "No you don't." Just stay, just stay and the lights in her eyes like the stars in the skies show more sadness then madness. poetry will never be passe. i look at people holding hands in the hallways,
& i try to think about how it all works.
at the school dances, i sit in the background,
& i tap my toe, & i wonder how many couples
will dance to "their song." in the hallways,
i see the girls wearing the guys' jackets,
& i think about the idea of property.
& i wonder if anyone is really happy.
i hope they are.
i really hope they are. "And then she realized that his presence was the wall, his presence was destroying her." 
"The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up. The shortcut to closing a door is to bury yourself in details." "People are always spray the air with their moods. Their car stereos, broadcasting their grief or joy or anger all over the neighborhood." But where was it when I first heard the sound of humility? It came to my ears in the goddamn
loveliest melody. How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery,
to love and be loved. Let's just hope that is enough. "In the walls of my sex there was horror and blood, in the walls of hers there were windows." 
this wasted year
these wasted years
devoted friends, they disappear
i'm sorry about the phone call and needing you She says she's read too many fashion magazines
She's forgotten what real love is like 
I love this boy's photography. The secrets are amazing.
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This is a kind of long one. It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. Well, sometimes, I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. It just happens very fast, and things start to slip away. And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing. And then I start to breathe really hard trying to see something, but I can't. It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, it scares me. Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating. 
Somedays arent yours at all. They come and go. As if theyre someone elses days. They come and leave you behind someone elses face. As [he] watches [her] walk away he feels a loss. How is it possible, he thinks, to miss a woman whom he kept at a distance so that when she was gone he would not miss her. Only then does he realize that wanting part of her and not all of her had hurt them both and how he cannot justify his actions except that... well... it was life. and me i'm in the bathroom
crying out my eyelids because it's hard to Be a man
when you are scared like a little kid Her breath crowded down under her ribs and grew into a monstrous frightening shape with cutting edges; it bored up into her head, and the agony was unbelievable. i viewed other people both critically & sympathetically. why couldn't they just stop complaining so much, just let go & see how good they actually had it? everyone seemed to be waiting for something to happen that would allow them to move forward, waiting for some shadowy future moment to begin their lives in earnest. everybody, from my mother to the characters i read about in books was always looking at someone else's life & envying it, wishing to occupy it. i wanted them to stop, to see how much they already had. 
Once there lived a boy who loved to look outside his window. And on the other side of that window was a world filled with secrets that only he knew of. He stayed inside of his house so that he could watch all the other people stumble over and around all of his secrets. And it made him smile. Because only he could see them. I was forever staring at the tender blue veins along the inside of my wrists, fragile twigs trapped under ice "I hate slick and pretty things. I prefer mistakes and accidents. Which is why I like things like cuts and bruises - they're like little flowers." I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning. "I can see something is different about the girl. It's something European. Something malnourished. It isn't the daily recommended allowance of food and sunshine that make you beautiful by any North American standard." 
Her heart sank down and down, there was no bottom to death, she couldn't come to the end of it my memory is too clear; too sharp; things should wear at the edges, and what is unresolved should soften. So, scenes are near my heart like pictures in lockets, yet monstrous pictures no artist or camera would ever catch. I've cried, and you'd think I'd be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life. But these are days we dream about, when the sunlight paints us gold
And this apartment could not be prettier as we danced up there alone. Stone, the world is stone. Cold to the touch and hard on the soul. In the grey of the streets, in the neon unknown I look for a sign that I'm not on my own, that I'm not here alone. 
she kills, with foreign films, the emptiness of day to day I think everyone has a certain part of their lives where they truly wish they could just freeze time. whether it was three years ago, today, or still to come, whether it was just a moment, a whole day, or a whole summer. everyone has a time in their life where they wish everything would just stop. the world would stop turning & people would stop changing. because to them, at that time, everything was perfect. Feedback? | | |
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I think it was the first time in my life I ever felt like I looked "good". Do you know what I mean? That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair's right for the first time in your life? I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is. Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. It's contrast. When I look up at the stars, or the sun, or I see the rain pouring down my window pane, I wonder .. How many other people have looked at those things, and how many of them are heartbroken? And I wonder how they deal with it, and how many of them have cried that morning or night. I think of all the people who are under the same stars as me, and it makes me feel slightly less alone. 
well everyday you lose more color
do you think that someone paints your mirror? "It has stayed with me through most of my own relationships. When I fell in love and got married, I lived in constant fear of being left. Whatever you love most, you fear you might lose, you know it can change. Why do you look from left to right when you cross the street? Because you don't want to get run over. But, you still cross the street." "The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up. The shortcut to closing a door is to bury yourself in details." 
But wherewas it when I first heard the sound of humility? It came to my ears in the goddamn
loveliest melody. How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery,
to love and be loved. Let's just hope that is enough. "There's a lot more to being good-looking than makeup and prettiness...there's a lot more to being a woman than that. When I look in the mirror, I just want to like myself...And if I like myself, then I look good." I'm giving myself over to a foggy fiction, photo in a yearbook, sweet remnant of a kiss I'll never have again. In the end, I'm just a girl on a sleeping bag in the middle of nowhere,at the starting line of every mistake she'll ever make - The Geography of Girlhood "Surely she, too, had harbored the blissful hope of using her body as a poster for her soul." 
And suddenly I got what the big deal was about kissing. How someone could suck on your bottom lip and make you come completely undone. That someone stroking the hair back from your face could make you swoon and someone sliding his hands underneath your top could make you feel wanted for the first time in your life. | | |
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