"In general, people are not drawn to perfection in others. People are drawn to shared interests, shared problems, and an individual’s life energy. Humans connect with humans. Hiding one’s humanity and trying to project an image of perfection makes a person vague, slippery, lifeless, and uninteresting."
— Robert Glover (via mirroir)
(Source: psych-quotes, via themonicabird)
"Learn to love solitude. To be more alone with yourselves. The problem with young people is their carrying out noisy and agressive actions not to feel lonely. And this is a sad thing.The individual must learn to be on his own as a child for this doesn’t mean to be alone: it means not to get bored with oneself, which is a very dangerous symptom, almost a disease."
— Andrei Tarkovsky, from A Message To Young People (via violentwavesofemotion)
"If flowers can
how to bloom after
so can you."
— Noor Shirazie, Springtime (via theytookmyluna)
"There is a man at the front door
dressed like a debt collector
who tells me you owe him something.
He doesn’t know your name,
but he’s sure it’s you he’s looking for.
the window holds the face of a woman
who is convinced she knows
where God is,
and she’s convinced she needs to show you,
but you don’t speak the same language.
Every phone in the house is ringing
and the voice on the other end
says he’s your father
and he’s finally sorry after all these years.
Listen, there’s no way to make this easy.
Listen, I’d bury these ghosts for you but I
can’t kill a dead thing,
no matter how alive it seems.
I would have swallowed your heart and
kept it safe in my growing belly
until it was ready
for this world,
but you’re stronger than that.
Baby, you can’t outrun disease
when it’s growing inside of you.
You should have known that by now,
but I won’t hold it against you.
I’ll get rid of the doorbell
and cut the phone lines to stop the noise
if that will bring the music back.
You are so much louder than
whatever told you to stop singing,
and my ears are all yours
if you’ll take them."
— Y.Z, you are more than what is weighing you down (via rustyvoices)
"There is a heart buried in the backyard and the neighbors are starting to complain about the smell. It’s not mine, but I am still purple as a bruise. My dearest Superman, there are other ways to be brave than becoming a martyr. I stitched that cape myself and wrapped it around you like sacrifice. Like ‘please come back when you’re done saving everyone’. Like ‘please stay safe while you’re chasing your monsters’. My dearest Superman, you have a chest that roars like a stadium full of fire. There is no shame in putting out some of the flames. There is no shame in quiet survival. My dearest Superman, your heavy eyelashes have swept the evil out of every city you’ve loved. Come back and look at me the way you used to. My dearest Superman, if this were a different story you’d step out of the phone booth and forgive yourself for not answering the calls. But you are already on someone else’s planet trying to stop the explosions before they happen. My dearest Superman, if you knew about the war in my hands, you would have spent a lifetime counting the casualties. You would have never left my side. My dearest Superman, sometimes it is easier to count the breaths of the living instead of the bodies of the dead. Sometimes it is easier to create your own peace than it is to destroy everyone else’s war. My dearest Superman, it’s okay if you need someone else to be the hero. It’s okay if you are tired of being so brave."
— Y.Z, what the comic books never told you (via rustyvoices)