After all this time, you still do not seem to trust me enough to tell me about what’s bothering you and know that I will listen. I don’t like probing because it makes it feel as if I’m breaking apart the walls one has so diligently built up, and I know how terrible it can feel when they crumble back down again.
Sometimes, all you just need to do is open the door. Wouldn’t that be so much easier?
Reblog if you actually take time to make sure the L & R earphones, go in the right ear.
Via Off With Your Head(via iyurrmelissa)
Always.
We can change. We’ll be able to change. I’m sure of it. We really are weak creatures, but that’s why we can strive to become stronger. Even if you feel that it’s useless, each step we take leads to something great. That’s why I’m sure we’ll be able to change. Because we’re weak, and because death is inevitable, humans try their best to live and end up stronger becoming stronger.
– Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, Episode 27
It’s such a surreal kind of happiness. I’m not jumping around, or whatever, but I just feel as if I want to sit here and smile the way I am for eternity.
Or, rather, until 2011.
Try
“I hate the word “try”. Our entire life is about trying. We try to become someone. We try to please our parents. We try to be in love. We try to have families. We try to be better than who we were. We try to move on. We try to hang on.
I hate the word “try” because it means that, no matter what we do, there is always the possibility that something may or may not work, and I don’t like knowing that in whatever we do, we may fail.
So I focus on the word “to” instead. We try TO do something. “To” tells us that there is a purpose in what we do, something to aim for, something to reach for. It tells us that, even if we fail, what we looked “TO” will always still be there.
And so, we can try and try again to __________.”
A little bit of toilet wisdom. I call it toilet wisdom because all I spend the blank time I have in the toilet - brushing teeth, showering, bathing, etc. etc. - thinking of things like this.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Everyday, I try to convince the people around me that they are better than they think. But they think I’m wrong.
Maybe that’s why I want to be a teacher: because I want to let my students know that they are better, and can become better.
About Me
Hey there!I'm 19 this year, and I am (in the words of Savage Garden) "Truly Madly" and "Deeply" in love with all things to do with Theatre and/or Literature. This extends to other (newer) forms of literature as well, such as Animation, Film, etc.
I also enjoy sports - soccer, volleyball, badminton and cycling. In my free time, I pretend that I can actually do photography, web-designing and all other kinds of things that I want to learn about but can never find the time for such as golf, tennis, playing the drums, and singing.
This space is really random, and I hope you'll enjoy whatever I manage to post up.
