“I think that pleasure is a rebellion––and I don’t just mean sexual pleasure––I need to find pleasure in every way I can. I’m finding it right now in the way the light is filtering in my window through these fucking curtains.”—Lydia Lunch (via allwasteandvoid)
“You are the only one who has understood even a whisper of me, and I will tell you that I am the only person who has understood even a whisper of you.”—Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via quotewhore)
If you're gonna be a friend, be a fucking friend and educate yourself.
Excuse me, but I cannot respect or be friends with people who are homophobic. I’ve tried to be tolerant of other people’s beliefs, opinions, and overall perspectives. But I just can’t in this case. I’m tired of having to turn the other cheek when someone makes a homophobic remark. I’m tired of having to remain silent because I don’t want to argue.
And just so you know, you are a homophobe if you think it’s acceptable for girls to be bisexual/lesbian but condemn a guy for being gay. For someone who prefers not to be labeled, I do take it personal when I hear the word “fag” used in a derogatory connotation. I don’t have to be a gay man to be hurt by it. ‘Cause it’s the same thing as someone calling me “dyke” and attempting to threaten me.
I’m done tolerating this fucking oppression, be it from complete strangers or people who claim to be my friends.
If you’re not down for the gays, lesbians, queers, trans, bis or the like, you obviously do not support not only my rights, but basic human rights. And that’s not okay, friend.
with your outside appearance. Get a new hairdo. Add some fucking piercings. Make room for some tats. Own new styles of clothes. Buy more shit you don’t need. I don’t really give a fuck. But don’t tell me just because you have a new fucking look that you’re a different person. You talk the same. You do the same shit. You showcase yourself ‘cause you crave attention. You haven’t changed. And I never expected you to. But don’t think I’m stupid and have me believe you have just for your sake.
You can change the scenery, but it doesn’t change the fucking situation.
You want to change? Change your outlook of the world. Be skeptical of your own mindset. Go beyond your own closed off perspectives and recognize the different perceptions of what we call reality. Look past the surfaces of your own naivety. Fuck shit up and learn from it. Hit rock fucking bottom and embrace it.
To be sufficiently frank, I am terrified by that fact.
Many people have been mildly surprised when they find out I’m only 19 (or 20, which was only a few days ago) because they believed my maturity was much older. Some of my friends consider me to be their mature friend, at least in some sense. I get it — I mean, I can be pretty serious at times. I have my moments where I condemn myself for it.
But still, I’m just a kid. I never take myself too seriously when it comes down to that. The only time I’ll ever feel like I’m “grown” is when I’ll have my own place, supporting myself. Which hasn’t happened yet. A part of me believes that I’m keeping myself from letting that happen. I’m living in denial. I’m letting my Peter Pan syndrome blind me. And to think, someday I’ll be forty? I actually try not to think about it. I’m scared of a lot of things, but I’m starting to believe that’s my number one fear for right now.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I don’t know where the fuck I’m going. And I’m not entirely sure I have a real problem with that. Or the lack of motivation that has been present for quite some time.
Bottom line? Forty is scary. The future is coming. And soon enough, I’ll long for the days I didn’t have to worry about life insurance, rent being due, or the realization of having to grow up.
“I think if you are really into words and poetry and situations of life, there is always a little kiss of sadness on everything you do… It’s just the kind of person who I am. I always look carefully beneath the outward appearance of things. I want to know what’s really going on in somebody’s heart.”—Stevie Nicks (via tulletulle)