“Don’t settle. Don’t finish crappy books. If you don’t like the menu, leave the restaurant. If you’re not on the right path, get off it.”
— Chris Brogan 
“Date someone who is interested in you. I don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. Someone who wants to read every word you write. Someone who wants hear every note of your favourite song, and watch every scene of your favourite movie. Someone wants to find every scar upon your body, and learn where each one came from. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. There is a difference between attraction and interest. Find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are, and hold onto them.”
— Anonymous

corysanchez:

im in the mood to non stop makeout right now

fleshprince:

shocking new discovery: you are very cute. scientists everywhere are blushing

“I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.”
Helena Bonham Carter

I am Scottish. I can complain about things,  I can really complain about things now.

Late one night, I sat down
and decided to meet my demons.
One by one they came -
then crowded at my feet.

In a quiet huddle, they waited -
and the silence was like
the calm before a storm:
heavy, and full of dread.

They were a motley quartet-
their faces worn and weary and
mirroring my own, familiar
but unknown too-
like strangers you see
more than once.

They stared, and I stared back
and named my demons so:
Loneliness, Anger, Fear,
and Hurt.

Loneliness was a tired old man
who looked forlorn and lost,
which I knew because
his gaze haunted me so.

Beside him was Anger,
a boyish young rebel
with rage in his eyes
and spite in his heart -
ready to explode.

Fear was not fearsome, but
she was timid and dull-
the product of too many doubts
pressing down on her shoulders.

Hurt was hiding behind fear -
a sad little thing who cowered with a
trembling mouth and teary eyes,
because she buried her sorrows
instead of letting them fly away.

And so I welcomed them,
but they did not reply.
Until Loneliness finally spoke
in his gravelly, ancient voice:

We visit you tonight, as equals,
He said, because you wished
to meet us at last.

At this, I nodded, and Loneliness continued:
You feed us with your darkness,
and we grow, when you are weak.

And then, I understood:
You could not defeat a demon, but
you could befriend them.

I conversed with them, my demons,
and emptied myself until
I knew them, and
they knew me.

Once I had become a hollow bowl,
scraped clean with truth, my demons
and I were at peace.

They left as quietly as they came,
and I almost missed them after-
the night I met my demons.