August 23, 2014

“ An individuals life consisted of certain classified things: “real things” which were unfrequent and priceless, simply “things” which formed the routine stuff of life; and “ghost things”, also called “fogs”, such as fever, toothache, dreadful disappointments, and death. Three or more things occurring at the same time formed a “tower”, or if they came in immediate succession, they made a “bridge”. “Real towers” and “real bridges” were the joys of life, and when the towers came in a series, one experienced supreme rapture; it almost never happened, though. In some circumstances, in a certain light, a neutral “thing” might look or even actually become “real” or else, conversely, it might coagulate into a fetid “fog”. When the joy and the joyless happened to be intermixed, simultaneously or along the ramp of duration, one was confronted with “ruined towers” and “broken bridges”. ”

Vladimir Nabokov’s “Ada”

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Bridge Creek campsite, North Cascades NP ➾ Jayme Gordon

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August 19, 2014

i used to think

that people who said “love doesnt exist”, had just never been in love…

but recently I’ve started to think that maybe that’s actually true.

or at least, love doesnt exist in the way people think it does, the way they want it to. but most of the time not at all. especially with romantic love.

people are mostly interested in themselves. and i dont mean that in a bitter, “oh i hate people” way, it’s more in just a factual, thoughtful way. it’s true. not saying it’s bad or good… it’s just the way it is. people need each other to love themselves, they need to FEEL like they are loved, they need to feel like the person they hold dear, that they are obsessed with, that they fantasize over, that they idolize, likes them or loves them back. but it’s to feel better about ourselves, not simply for the sake of love.

which is why i feel the only loves that can be pure or “real” are friendships. not the kind of friendships like, “oh you didnt call me back yesterday I’m pissed at you cuz I NEEDED YOU FOR SOMETHING” or the kind (obviously) that is like “hey wanna hang out with me im bored and cant be alone”… but the kind of friendships that are like… “you are a beautiful person and therefore i love you. you are my friend and i want nothing from you other than your own happiness.” i think i have one maybe two people i feel that way with.

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August 19, 2014

updating my tumblr

for the first time in over 2 months… whewwww

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twiceassure:

“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”
—   Frida Kahlo

twiceassure:

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.

—   Frida Kahlo

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