My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

Source: Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via wordsnquotes)
tangarang:

lordsmaf:

This confuses me on so many levels


S L A V E R Y

tangarang:

lordsmaf:

This confuses me on so many levels

S L A V E R Y

1innea:

this perfectly describes my life

(Source: z1c)

sarahseeandersen:

I’ll probably just wear T-shirts forever.

sarahseeandersen:

I’ll probably just wear T-shirts forever.

most traumatic for the subject is not the fact that an event actually happened, but that the subject did not anticipate it and was unprepared. Freud takes the example of a train crash, about which a survivor might only later develop a trauma and become, for example, constantly haunted by the accident in his dreams. By creating an anxiety, these dreams try to make up for the lack of preparedness at the time of the accident

Source: Renata Salecl On Anxiety Thinking in Action 2004 (via alterities)
beesmygod:

What a weird piano.

beesmygod:

What a weird piano.

(Source: cute-overload)

tastefullyoffensive:

The face of a new father of quadruplets… [x]

tastefullyoffensive:

The face of a new father of quadruplets… [x]

  • Fine On The Outside

Fine On The Outside
by Priscilla Ahn

I never had that many friends growing up
So I learned to be okay with just me
Just me, just me, just me
And I’ll be fine on the outside

I like to eat in school by myself anyway
So I’ll just stay right here
Right here, right here, right here
And I’ll be fine on the outside

So I just sit in my room after hours with the moon
And think of who knows my name
Would you cry if I died
Would you remember my face?

So I left home I packed up and l moved faraway
From my past one day and I laugh
I laughed, I laughed, I laughed, I sound fine on the outside

Sometimes I feel lost, sometimes I’m confused
Sometimes I find that I am not alright
And I cry, and I cry and I cry

So I just sit in my room after hours with the moon
And think of who knows my name
Would you cry if I died
Would you remember my face?

(Source: fuckyeahjapanandkorea)