December 2010
“The distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go. Is ignorance bliss? I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of...
“People just have no clue about their genuine nature. I have countless friends...”
– Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs by Chuck Klosterman (via thechocolatebrigade)
“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me...”
– The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via thechocolatebrigade)
