August272014

I’ve been thinking a lot about what people deserve from other people, like, whether they deserve to know if you have feelings for them, or if you’ve been friends for years, whether they deserve to be the one you go to when you need to talk to someone, or whether they deserve to know what your home life is like, or whether they deserve to know how fucked up you really are.

We have this notion that, at some point, people earn access to these parts of us. But at what point? At what point do we feel like we owe them? This kind of thought process has always troubled me because I’m naturally a very private person, and sometimes I don’t feel like I owe anybody anything. If I choose them, I choose them because I want to, not because they deserve to be chosen.

I think at some point we need to stop expecting people to give pieces of themselves. Those precious pieces may be all they have left, they may be the bones holding them together. And you are not entitled to that, not one bit. You only deserve what you’re given.

You Don’t Deserve Anything | Alex L. (via splitterherzen)

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8PM

rockees:

a ferocious beast

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8PM
yanapieceofme:

Me when I’m forced to go anywhere.

yanapieceofme:

Me when I’m forced to go anywhere.

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8PM
failtair:

Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.

failtair:

Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.

August192014
“True, Jane Eyre is an eternal, ageless character, but no matter how many times you read that darned book, she always gets married to gross, burn-victim Mr.Rochester. She never enrolls at the Sorbonne to earn her master’s degree in French ceramics, nor does she open a swanky bistro in New York’s Greenwich Village. Reread that Bronte book all you want, but Jane Eyre’s never going to get gender-reassignment surgery or train to become a kick-ass ninja assassin. And it’s pathetic that she believes she’s real. Jane’s just ink stamped on a page, but she really, truly thinks she’s a living-alive person. She’s convinced she has free will.” Chuck Palahnuik, “Damned”
4PM
July282014
yanapieceofme:

Me when I’m forced to go anywhere.

yanapieceofme:

Me when I’m forced to go anywhere.

(via appetiteforlife)

July242014

rockees:

a ferocious beast

(via wrathofcam)

June132014

I’ve been thinking a lot about what people deserve from other people, like, whether they deserve to know if you have feelings for them, or if you’ve been friends for years, whether they deserve to be the one you go to when you need to talk to someone, or whether they deserve to know what your home life is like, or whether they deserve to know how fucked up you really are.

We have this notion that, at some point, people earn access to these parts of us. But at what point? At what point do we feel like we owe them? This kind of thought process has always troubled me because I’m naturally a very private person, and sometimes I don’t feel like I owe anybody anything. If I choose them, I choose them because I want to, not because they deserve to be chosen.

I think at some point we need to stop expecting people to give pieces of themselves. Those precious pieces may be all they have left, they may be the bones holding them together. And you are not entitled to that, not one bit. You only deserve what you’re given.

You Don’t Deserve Anything | Alex L. (via splitterherzen)

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May292014

soccercopping:

in florida we dont say “i love you” we say “morgan & morgan. for the people," which is more than just a motto; it is a business philosophy and a way of life.

and i think that’s beautiful.

This.

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