Okay tumblr you convinced me I will get out of bed to grab the Pride and Prejudice dvd and fall asleep watching it in my bed.
And thank you lucky stars that I have spell check to help me spell prejudice.
Much that may one day be possible can already be prepared by the solitary individual, and built with his own hands which make fewer mistakes. Therefore love your solitude and bear the pain of it without self-pity. The distance you feel from those around you should trouble you no more than your distance from the farthest stars. be glad that you are growing, and realize that you cannot take anyone with you: be gentle with those who stay behind. Be confident and calm before them, and don’t torment them with your doubts or distress them with your ambitions which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Find in a true and simple way what you have in common with them, which does not need to change when you yourself change and change again. When you see them, love life in a from that is not your own, and be kind to all the people who are afraid of their aloneness
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Love the Solitude.
Worpswede, July 16, 1903
Letters to a young poet
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The beauty of things is that they must end.
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Jack Kerouac (via thatkindofwoman)
Had froyo with my bff tonight. We chatted about High School and the past and how people have changed.
I had almost nothing positive to say or feel on the subject. Although I do not feel that I romanticize high school, because that would be totally lame and socially unacceptable, I do hold many fond memories from those days close to my heart.
Many of the individuals I spent most of my time around were fun, lively, exciting, and open with their thoughts and feelings. Although these things may not seem like much, bonds of the kind are so incredibly valuable and important especially in the fragile years of high school.
My whoas mainly pertained to the feeling that so many of my friends (upon further thought, all of them) have changed so drastically in the past couple of years. In a way I felt betrayed by the way they could so easily give up themselves and the real “them” I once knew.
I realized of course that most of my feelings were shallow and selfish. There is no way I can expect people’s priorities and ways of thinking not to change. Especially for my benefit (I’m not going to marry/provide for any of them after all). Although in my highly narcissistic (officially shrink diagnosed) way of thinking I of course told myself that my discomfort and concern was for their ultimate happiness and loyalty to themselves, but a good percent was actually booty hurt-ness from the fact that anyone could disregard me so easily/completely.
But then, laying in bed with only my computer to snuggle with, I tumbled upon the quote above.
And now, I wonder, would the relationships and memories I shared with people in my past be as wonderful or beautiful if they had not ended? Would the lessons I learned from these individuals be valid at all if I did not have my no longer existent past to romanticize?
These questions alone, however wordy and confusing they may be are beautiful. Looking back on my past as a gift I was once given is beautiful. Knowing that all the individuals I once shared my life with are alive and trekking their own paths in the world is beautiful.
Knowing that everything will end, and therefore being able to understand what a blessing everything and everyone is, is beautiful.
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I am looking for someone to share
in an adventure that I am arranging,
and it is very difficult to find anyone.
—J. R. R. Tolkien (via thatkindofwoman)
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She held herself very straight, like Audrey Hepburn, whom all women idolize and men never think about.
—Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides (via thatkindofwoman)
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Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.
—Yousuf Karsh (via thatkindofwoman)
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Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re born.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via alittleheartandruh)
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