In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken…
Some Things You Could Do To Heal Yourself:
Don’t kiss the boy with no bicycle.
Don’t kiss the girl with moon lips.
Don’t kiss wild animals
or hand grenades.
You fuck for the same reasons
lost men drink.
Don’t spend another day
mourning the smell of her shampoo.
You silly little girl,
We live in an age where we feel guilt whenever we have to cut someone off but the reality is that some relationships do need to die, some people do need to be unfollowed and defriended. We aren’t meant to be this tethered to the people in our past. The Internet mandates that we don’t burn bridges and keep everyone around like relics but those expectations are unrealistic and unhealthy. Simply put, we don’t need to know what everyone else is up to. We’re allowed to be choosy about who we surround ourselves with online and in real life, even if it might hurt people’s feelings.
A man’s work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.
—Albert Camus (via observando)
You are personally responsible for becoming more ethical than the society you grew up in.
Hiding in a corner at work reading Harry Potter fanfiction.