Sincere reciprocation is the highest form of gratitude.
Cynically Jaded
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As soon as you see something, you already start to intellectualize it. As soon as you intellectualize something, it is no longer what you saw.
Shunryu Suzuki-roshi (via lightspiritlove)
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That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending – performing. You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act – and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.
Jim Morrison (via make-me-smile)
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the train stopped on the way home today
The train has suddenly stopped. Stopped in its tracks on the way home. I sit calmly amidst the tense frenzied air. I am always the peace in the middle of others’ chaos. I press my face against the cold glass, breath of fury condensing on the windowpane. Quiet fury. Euphoric fury. Wild contemplation. What if the train falls off its rails and I slowly watch as the ground reaches closer to the train window and I see as the cement road reaches out and shatters the glass and throws a fist into my nose so that the bones in my face break and the glass punctures my eyes out and my body crushes into a bloody mess in between the train and the road? I smile. I would fall out through this machine vessel, a bluejay soaring through the blue sky, and fall asleep as I touch the ground. Oh, pure emancipation. Sanguine liberation. Bloody fucking freedom. Bloody. Fucking. The fucking from behind as the train thrusts into death. And at the height of its fall, at the climax of its fall, at the highest note of the fat opera singer’s verse, I would reach orgasm. And that would truly be the purest end of all.
The fact that I can relate so clearly to this thought pattern is scary…
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Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.
Richard Siken, Crush (via nivenryan)
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Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And of course stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via hipsterfixation-)
