—Bob Hicok, excerpt from “Life” (via wordsthat-speak)
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—Teach Me (R.A. Nelson)
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I watched a man run his hand
up and down his girlfriend’s spine
like a keyboard to keep her warm
as they waited for the bus downtown,
she smiled without looking at him
and he knew it so he pulled her close.
And I thought about them hours later —
how I hoped they were good to each other
and knew just how lucky they were
because there’s not enough of
that kind of love around anymore.
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—Six Word Story, No. 3 (via curse-dhands)
does anybody else think tired and sleepy mean two totally different things
sleepy is cute and dozing off and happy but tired is 10 cups of coffee and murder
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—Anne Sexton (via wordsthat-speak)
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They say when you’re missing someone they’re probably feeling the same.
Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness? NO. You shouldn’t be alone.
What you should do is wake up every morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be happy. By early afternoon you might start to desire being alone, DON’T. Repeat to yourself over and over again that you are not upset, because I know, and you know, that your life has unlimited potential for happiness, and you will achieve it because you lack nothing to be happy.
Even if at times you feel like something is absolutely wrong in your life, cope with it. Imagine smiling after a slap in the face, then think of doing it twenty four hours a day.
Any fool can be happy, but it takes someone with a real heart to bring beauty out of the stuff that make people cry.
While I’m writing this, I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way. For a flash of an instant, I can see just how deep this feeling runs and it scares the shit out of me. It seems catastrophic. But I’m not crying. My biggest problem could probably be someone’s smallest. I can’t have everything, and I can’t get upset over the fact that there’s something missing in my life. I’m completely fine, I always will be. But at times, like the times when I was with you, I was PERFECTLY GREAT. I will be again, but in a different way.
Sadness is more or less like a head cold – with patience, it passes. So if you’re not fine now, you will be. Remember what I always tell you, everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not, then it’s not the end.
Nothing can wear you out like caring about people. I just want to pour my soul out on someone and not have to worry about the mess I’ve made, but rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.
At this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I would possibly sink us both. And it hurts, but with patience, it goes away.
Smile. That part is the best.
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