female, nineteen, aspiring rcmp officer.
little by little, you're just letting yourself become [you].
I think she was afraid to love sometimes.
I think it scared her.
She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was... And I think that's why she also struggled with love. She couldn't touch it. She couldn't hold on to it and make sure it never changed.
this is exactly how i feel right now. at the very earliest, i’m able to fall asleep by five am for a few hours. i would then have to be up for a shower by nine to get into town for class two hours later. i feel like a zombie, shuffling along. i’m bruised and broken and bleeding through my skin.
everything’s a copy of a copy of a copy.
my waking world becomes a sort of twisted dream where i’m forced to drag my corporeal body day after day. i’ve started seeing things at the corners of my vision, in the mirrors that adorn my room. i’m paranoid and frightened beyond belief, but that’s not going to be able to pull me out of the depths of this insomnia.
the last time it was this bad, i would have done anything to be able to fall asleep.
now i’m not sure what i’d have to offer.
The 'D' is silent, hillbilly
Author Chuck Palahniuk first came up with the idea for the novel after being beaten up on a camping trip when he complained to some nearby campers about the noise of their radio. When he returned to work, he was fascinated to find that nobody would mention or acknowledge his injuries, instead saying such commonplace things as “How was your weekend?” Palahniuk concluded that the reason people reacted this way was because if they asked him what had happened, a degree of personal interaction would be necessary, and his workmates simply didn’t care enough to connect with him on a personal level. It was his fascination with this societal ‘blocking’ which became the foundation for the novel.
fact; now that i’m not as stressed, the insomnia has subsided. first semester is over, and i don’t have anyone bothering me. i’m allowed to make my own choices regarding my relationships with people and how i want to live my life, without any interruptions.
like fionna says, i think the reason i got all these guy friends and no boyfriend is because i don’t really wanna date any of ‘em. i don’t need to feel like i’m waiting to be noticed. i know who i am and i’ll know what i want if and when it ever comes along, but until then, i’m happy with what i’ve got right now.
nothing seems like a copy of a copy of a copy anymore. the snow is crisp, the air is clear, and i’m feeling like i haven’t felt in a long time: perfectly content with my life.
(via babyminaj)i live in a fish bowl back in the 70's
i wrote about this in one of my big papers for intro to lit as well as my take home christmas final. such a good quote!
(via niccolita)I killed the teen dream! Deal with it!
Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessel’s life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted.Tyler Durden (via serial-killers-101)None of us are saints.
The anti-piracy warning on the Fight Club DVD
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“You have to see […] how the first soap was made of heroes.”
Think about the animals used in product testing.
Think about the monkeys shot into space.
“Without their death, their pain, without their sacrifice […] we would have nothing.”
i feel tired.
not just in the i-didn’t-get-a-good-sleep kinda way, but in a my-bones-ache way. i go through the motions, following the great plan laid out for me, without second guessing anything.
i may not have had school today, but i can’t go back to the rest state that many call bed. i’m about to leave for the day, to run errands and to cash bonds for school and then to work nine hours from three until midnight. i’m behind on my schoolwork and my coursework for this weekend and all i want is a good night’s sleep.
because i sleep, if you could even call it sleeping, for when i am finally able to fall asleep, the nightmares plague me.
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