Choi Seunghyun (via larmoyante)
Eventually, everything connects. I’m a firm believer in fate. It’s a big world we live in, and we pass by thousands of people in our lifetime who we never get the chance to meet. But the ones we do happen to lock eyes or share a handshake with, all add a little something to the puzzle. For some it may be only a small piece, and some might end up completing it.
It could take a while for the full picture to reveal itself, but eventually, everything comes to light, and everything works out just the way it’s supposed to.
Jana (Free People Blog)
Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via aestheticintrovert)
ya hes cute…….but is he conscientious of the social inequalities and corruption in hierarchies of power that plague this world
Ming D. Liu (via seelengekritzel)
I really do feel okay for awhile—
but the silence of night changes me in some profound way.
I don’t feel so okay anymore.
I’m sick of it, sometimes. What I feel is prone to changing by the slightest means. It doesn’t take much at all.
I can be entirely happy for an amount of time but I feel that two sides linger within my skin and come out when they please. My thoughts soak into my veins and my feelings depend on what decides to seep through the openings.
Is the gap ever going to be filled?
Dodinsky (via psych-facts)
Anonymous said: Dear Friend, I am writing this because in a sense I felt like there was something owed, that is to say for you, closure. I am writing this because I've been standing here, I've always stood here, I'll always stand here, and you're there, you're moving there, aimlessly-where? They say insanity is repeating the same thing yet expecting a different result; here you are and the inanities you preach are nothing more than a self-fulfilling, self perpetuating lie made in a desperate bid for attention.
What a note to close upon.
My writings here do reflect upon my own self-fulfillment and illusions of my intensely personal visions. They are scattered among private posts and journals and, of course, here.
These visions might appear to you as insane but this disillusionment is a part of who I am. My worldly desires are defined by this dream-like rambling for something more and something beyond. As I am still finding myself, this will not change. I am happy, but it is a reminder to not give up what I am chasing after in this life.
My mode of living is focused internally, so I am constantly trying to define and redefine my words until I finally pinpoint and solidify the entirety of my thoughts. I write again, and again, and again. I write because it’s the only thing I can do. I write because it’s my savior within my solitude.
I write here because not many bother to look and not many will even understand what I write. I’m not looking to enforce my beliefs upon others or claim that they are worthy of believing. That is for the reader to decide, and in this case, I know that you don’t believe so.
If I desired attention, I would flaunt my thoughts constantly to a large audience of my peers. More so, I would accept any comfort or any person coming my way. But I don’t. Rarely anyone knows anything about me.
I like writing here because maybe in some distant place someone will come across my “infj” tags and will understand. If you don’t understand how important those four letters are to me then you don’t understand who I am.
After awhile, taking part in the social norms gets really tiring for me. I find it pleasant for a short amount of time, but that easily fades away. I wish to separate myself from the commotion of society and the meaningless Facebook statuses and the countless twitter updates, yet appeal to individuals who share the same desire. Everyone strives to find his or her niche. This is mine.