|—||David Foster Wallace (via onlinecounsellingcollege)|
of the hell from
which I came.
Do not attempt
to define the
I walk toward.
This is my younger brother with one of his six kids. He and his wife have been having alot of issues between them for awhile. Saturday he took his and his wifes life. It is such an utter tragedy. Tomorrow I head to Georgia to help my other brother with the kids and other things.
He was a sweet, sensitive person. He loved his wife and kids. This was not the answer. It NEVER is.
is that it destroys the ‘self’ who seeks it.
That is why so few people
really want to hear the truth.”
- Jeff Foster
You try so hard to remember a voice, a sound, faces, places, memories, scents, touch, emotions. In time they feel if they are slipping away. The ones you want to hold on to the most come together as a faded, disconnected puzzle. One piece cuts you so sharp, like it’s made from a jagged piece of glass. You remember the ones you want to forget the most. The harder you try to remember, the faster they seem to fade. You don’t want to forget, because it feels like everything will be gone forever.
|—||Henry Miller (via kari-shma)|
“You think my first instinct is to protect you. Because you’re small, or a girl, or a Stiff. But you’re wrong.”
He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife? My skin tingles at the point of contact, like he’s transmitting electricity through his skin.
"My first instinct is to push you until you break, just to see how hard I have to press." he says, his fingers squeezing at the word break. My body tenses at the edge in his voice, so I am coiled as tight as a spring, and I forget to breathe.
His dark eyes lifting to mine, he adds, “But I resist it.”
"Why…" I swallow hard. "Why is that your first instinct?"
"Fear doesn’t shut you down; it wakes you up. I’ve seen it. It’s fascinating." He releases me but doesn’t pull away, his hand grazing my jaw, my neck. "Sometimes I just want to see it again. Want to see you awake.”
|—||Veronica Roth, Divergent (via quotes-shape-us)|
|—||Corey Taylor (via quotes-shape-us)|
|—||Paulo Coelho (via purplebuddhaproject)|
|—||Shauna Niequist, Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way (via underconstruction2014)|
|—||Shauna Niequist, Bread & Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table, with Recipes (via shomk)|
Loss doesn’t get any easier with time, like they say it does. You only learn to live with it. It becomes apart of you and who you are.