TooMuchForWords
I just don’t understand why it isn’t socially acceptable to stay in bed all day long and watch lame romantic comedies and drink coffee and read books in your underwear. Whoever established all these “get a job, be successful” conventions really needs a serious beating. I didn’t sign the terms and conditions for this shit.
(Source: jayygatsby, via nemesis--divina)
” For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination ; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality , a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing ”
( I promise to shut up about The Great Gatsby very soon)
” So we beat on, boats against the current , borne back ceaselessly into the past”
(The Great Gatsby)
” I wanted to get out and walk eastward towards the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back , as if with ropes, into my chair. Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I saw him too , looking up and wondering. I was within and without , simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life”
F.Scot Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)
That dreadful moment of raw pain when your headphones die. Forever alone. Time to go and write some poetry , I owe them that much.
There’s nothing as unbearable as deliberate silence , like stale air , or like the danger of empty rooms its mere existence is for the purpose of mockery. Lethal yet noiseless, seeping into the contours of our senses which by no means , dare to hold back and accentuate the sentiment to ludicrous extremes. And it is because of this utterly dysfunctional habit that we are human – it is because of our tremendous capability for self delusion that we manage to keep up. But oddly enough , I have a soft spot inside of me for delusion , for I welcome it with open arms. Delusion is the everlasting magical filter , the misty veil set before glittering eyes and I suppose to some extent , a catalyst for creativity. Delusion is precarious , volatile , unpredictable … and that’s why I’m in love with it. I don’t like things to be definite, I abhor solidity – I like the relative , I prefer derangement , I long to live in limbo – where time is still , where the world itself pauses in its tilt – because limbo is awkwardly infinite , and so am I. Adults often say with that smug , conceited grin how teenagers think they’re invincible , but that’s because we are. ‘’Like all other forms of energy we can be neither destroyed nor created’’. But mostly because adolescence is a wonderful nightmare – and what more apt a place for limbo than adolescence?
