Finding My Way Amongst the Lost.
You just like the idea of me. You like the person I present myself under circumstances that I can control. I choose what I say and how I say things. It’s like being attracted to a fictional character in a book. They are scripted and made up. If you think about it, through writings, we all script and make ourselves up. I don’t share the person I become when I am upset. I don’t show you how I look like when I sleep. I don’t tell you about all the times I’ve made someone cry. All the guilty things I’ve done and the bad thoughts I’ve had.
Han (via bitterexistence)
Nothing will ruin your 20’s more than thinking you should have your life together already.
(via losing-every-extra-pound)
robbiesell:

Natural rainbow tree in Truckee, ridden by Paul Laca, and watched by Louie.  2005. 

robbiesell:

Natural rainbow tree in Truckee, ridden by Paul Laca, and watched by Louie.  2005. 

Be kind to yourself. Stop telling yourself that whatever you are struggling with “should” be easy. If something is hard for you, it is hard for you. There are probably reasons, though those may just be how you are wired. Acknowledge these things. When you finish something hard, be proud! Celebrate a little.

And really, just stop saying “should” to yourself about your thoughts and feelings in any context. You feel how you feel. The things in your head are the things in your head. You can’t change either directly through sheer force of will. You can only change what you do. Stop beating yourself up for who and what you are right now–it isn’t productive. Focus on moving forward.

Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.
 Franz Kafka (via exoticwild)
There are some things about myself that I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail, the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared, I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.
Haruki Murakami (via exoticwild)
Note to self: every time you were convinced you couldn’t go on, you did.
(107/365) by (DS)

snapchatting:

my life would probably get 2 notes

Welp…. that fucking sucked

thelovenotebook:

kushandwizdom:

The good vibe

Good Vibes HERE
thelovenotebook:

Good Vibes HERE

It is time to leave LR and the majority of the people behind

thelovenotebook:

Good Vibes HERE

It is time to leave LR and the majority of the people behind

kushandwizdom:

Good Vibes HERE
I lost all interest in my schoolwork, friends, reading, wandering or daydreaming. I had no idea what was happening to me, and I would wake up in the morning with a profound sense of dread that I was somehow going to have to make it through another entire day. I would sit for hour after hour in the undergraduate library, unable to muster enough energy to go to class. I would stare out the window, stare at my books, rearrange them, shuffled them around, leave them unopened, and think about dropping out of college. When I did go to class it was pointless. Pointless and painful. I understood very little of what was going on, and I felt as though only dying would release from the overwhelming sense of inadequacy and blackness that surrounded me. I felt utterly alone, and watching the animated conversations between my fellow students only made me feel more so.
An Unquiet Mind by Kay Refield Jamison  (via exoticwild)