there is nothing left

i want to believe in someone
i want to believe in something
i want to believe that i can love again

 

Taub: Your patients love you because you're empathetic.

Wilson: I also have kind eyes.

thecaffeinator:

I gave up on fortune cookies telling me anything rational a long time ago.

thecaffeinator:

I gave up on fortune cookies telling me anything rational a long time ago.

Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.

Alan Watt (via neil-gaiman)

(Source: blog.gaiam.com)

sometimes i think me and my friends tell eachother too much.
but then i laugh and decide that no, we’re fine.

sometimes i think me and my friends tell eachother too much.

but then i laugh and decide that no, we’re fine.

getoutoftherecat:

stop that cat. you’re touching the metal. now it’s all germy. thanks a lot.

getoutoftherecat:

stop that cat. you’re touching the metal. now it’s all germy. thanks a lot.