Jesus, am I an expert at fucking up or what?
— Shiloh Tucker, Keeping Things Whole
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24th May, Thursday — Reblog
I want to be happy more than almost anything in the world. But my whole existence is a contradiction. My brain sabotages me. Again and again. Right now, though, I am happy. I am, honest. It sneaks up on me. And I don’t want to be sad. I don’t like being sad at all and I don’t think that it does me any good. It’s just that I’ve seen things that I wish I hadn’t, lost people who could’ve been saved and watched as all the things I thought I knew about world crumbled away between my fingers. It just makes me feel like I’ve been cheated. […] I don’t know. That’s the thing. I don’t want to be ungrateful. But I am, and it makes me feel terrible. That’s life, though: it’s this never-ending cycle of happiness and guilt and maybe, if you’re lucky, a little bit of redemption.
— Benjamin Jastrow, Paper Stars
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We focus so much on the fact that the person’s not here anymore, but that’s not the point. A hundred years from now, all of us will be gone. What good does crying and talking about how much you miss a person do? It just makes you more sad. We’re all temporary—might as well make the best of it.
18th May, Friday — ReblogThis fall I think you’re riding for - it’s a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn’t permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement’s designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn’t supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn’t supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started.
— Catcher in the Rye
