What men mean when they talk about their “crazy” ex-girlfriend is often that she was someone who cried a lot, or texted too often, or had an eating disorder, or wanted too much/too little sex, or generally felt anything beyond the realm of emotionally undemanding agreement. That does not make these women crazy. That makes those women human beings, who have flaws, and emotional weak spots. However, deciding that any behavior that he does not like must be insane– well, that does make a man a jerk.

And when men do this on a regular basis, remember that, if you are a women, you are not the exception. You are not so cool and fabulous and levelheaded that they will totally get where you are coming from when you show emotions other than “pleasant agreement.”

When men say “most women are crazy, but not you, you’re so cool” the subtext is not, “I love you, be the mother to my children.” The subtext is “do not step out of line, here.” If you get close enough to the men who say things like this, eventually, you will do something that they do not find pleasant. They will decide you are crazy, because this is something they have already decided about women in general.


Lady, You Really Aren’t “Crazy” (via sparkamovement)
When people walk away from you, let them go. You shouldn’t have to talk them into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, and coming to see you, because if they really cared about you in the first place; they would not be going anywhere.
(via melodiexo)

love it

If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs. And maybe your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery, isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance. Of how much you really want to do it. And you’ll do it, despite rejection in the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods. And the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.
Charles Bukowski.

(Source: jordanfish)

All I’ve done recently is closed my eyes and wish I was somewhere else. I’ve been reading books, watching films and listening to music that takes me to other places.

Somewhere where the sun shines and people don’t let me down. Somewhere where material possessions just don’t matter. Somewhere where a moment is everlasting and isn’t just a memory I know I can never relive. Somewhere where people’s differences are celebrated and comparisons don’t intrude. I’ve felt a sense of freedom and purity in those other places. I’ve been clinging onto those other places for as long as I can until reality brings me back down again.

I’m so sick of this place. Everything about it. I hate the weather and how rude people can be and I hate that I know I can’t escape forever or any time soon for that matter. I just want to leave everything behind and go to a place where I know I’ll be happier.

Somewhere light-years away from here.


I’m bored…

I want to go somewhere

And I mean, really somewhere. I feel so trapped by my surroundings. It’s like, I’ll go somewhere, and I’ll do something, and I’ll have fun but I’ll wake up the next day in the same room and it’s like it never happened.

Portia Conn: Life goes on.

This is one simple thing that I can never seem to get my head around. Like when you say goodbye to someone and know that you might never see them again.. No matter how close you are to that person, or how long you’ve known that person; hours, days, months, years. It’s weird to think that straight…

I feel too much. That’s what’s going on. Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways? My insides don’t match up with my outsides. Do anyone’s insides and outsides match up? I don’t know. I’m only me. Maybe that’s what a person’s personality is: the difference between the inside and outside. But it’s worse for me. I wonder if everyone thinks it’s worse for him. Probably. But it really is worse for me.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

(Source: quote-book)


At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone, that the only next possible step is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It’s not like you’re giving up, and it’s not like you shouldn’t try. It’s just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly yours will eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.