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How To Ruin Your Life
5/3/12, 21378 notes
Stay in one place your whole life. Always order vanilla even though the menu is four pages long. Become the type of person who sends back lattes. Save up your money for a plasma TV instead of a plane ticket. Talk a lot about things you know nothing about. Have an affair with someone you don’t even find attractive.
Refuse to forget your ex. Make it impossible for yourself to do anything without remembering that you used to do it with them. Hug your knees under the sheets and think about how safe you felt when they held you at night. Remind yourself daily of how empty you feel. Find new ways to make yourself sad.
Get drunk all the time. Consider no Saturday night, national holiday or extended happy hour complete without a vodka-induced breakdown. Graduate college but keep drinking like you’re still in it. Notice that cheap beer tastes watery and stale when you drink it alone but drink it anyway. Look at old Facebook photos wasted and wonder where everyone went.
Never drink. Never do anything that could potentially be “bad” for you. Treat your body like the temple it is and say no to carbs, yes to wheatgrass, go to bed at ten sharp and turn down cake on your birthday. Take fifteen different dietary supplements. Monitor carefully. Succumb to nothing. Miss out on everything.
Compare yourself constantly, to everyone. Allow the standards of image-obsessed, age-obsessed culture to make you feel decrepit at 25. Scroll through skinny girls on Tumblr feeling wistful and inadequate. Pull at the skin on your hipbones, stomach, and underarms in the mirror. Sigh a lot. Sigh all the time.
Don’t fall in love with anyone or anything. Put an impenetrable wall between yourself and other people. Add a fire-breathing dragon and eight yards of barbed wire. Be suspicious of everyone’s motives. Hold grudges long after you’ve forgotten what for.
Fall in love with everyone and everything. Run after the next best thing like it’s a bus you’re perpetually late for. Throw your heart into every other stranger’s hands and be genuinely surprised to be hurt. Refuse to learn. Refuse to ever learn.
(Source: milajaroniec, via nineteencigarettes)
Some tell me I’m crazy for thinking this way, and their probably right.
But I’d rather keep dreaming and have faith in the impossible then believe that this is just the way it is, and is gonna be. Faith takes braveness, because it is often in what you can’t see, what you can’t hear, what isn’t directly in your reach. But beauty comes from faith. Pain comes from cynicism. Faith keeps me hopeful and happy when the world is trying to make me feel anything but that. So I’m gonna keep being naive, crazy, dumb, like everyone thinks. Something is screaming “keep believing!” louder than the voices saying “give up”.
& If I didn’t have faith then I wouldn’t waste my time with some shit that I don’t believe in.
I usually say, ‘Fuck the Truth’, but mostly, the truth fucks you.
17/2/12, 42 notes
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“High in July”
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& then sometimes…
my heart starts beating fast and my palms sweat when I think of you. Memories flash through my mind rapidly, and I almost feel like I’m going to cry. I regret all the actions I’ve done and wonder how different things could be if I weren’t so…me. Then I pray to God that you’ll want to talk, and laugh outloud to myself because I know that’s foolish. I wonder to myself why this time is so different, and how we let things get so bad. I almost tell my friends but refrain because no one wants to hear about you. I try to concentrate on my work and end up just laying in bed. I tell myself over and over again, that “this too shall pass”. I get angry at, cry to, thank, and fear God all in a matter of five minutes. I go crazy thinking how much my world has changed and almost have a panic—
And then I get up. Look in the mirror. & stop. I touch my rosary and pray that God will keep carrying me through, and I don’t let you affect my day. I go out and have fun and make new friends and realize that the life I have now is good. I smile, because I have to, and the more I do it the more I believe that it’s real.
It’s just those sometimes… the other times.. when I let the pain get the best of me that sucks. It’s just those times.. that I wish I’d changed sooner. The times I’m so ready to pick up the phone but stop myself and ask, what for?
Other than those times, I’m good though. I’m happy. I’m living.
I hope you are too. Sometimes.
