“I feel more comfortable talking to strangers than people I know. I believe this is because chances are, I’ll never see them ever again and I feel like I can say anything I want. They don’t know my past or what I’ve done. They can only judge me on who they’re seeing right at that second. I’m the person I am now, not then. People I know don’t see the difference.” —(via theflightout)
Just because I don't react, doesn't mean I don't notice.
“You know if only we can learn more to accept the way that people we love don’t do things and live the way we want them to and recognize that it’s what they want for themselves, it actually makes us better people?” —(via pehthestar)
“Jesus,” I wondered. “What do you do with pain so bad it has no redeeming value? It cannot even be alchemized into art, into words, into something you can chalk up to an interesting experience, because the pain itself, it’s intensity, is so great that it has woven itself into your system so deeply that there is no way to objectify it or push it outside or find its beauty within. That is the pain I’m feeling now. It’s so bad, it’s useless. The only lesson I will ever derive from this pain is how bad pain can be.” —Prozac Nation