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Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

Posted on October 9, 2014  ·  with 3224 notes · via
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Just because I’m the one who said it was time, doesn’t mean this is easy for me. This is not easy for me.
Grey’s Anatomy (via anditslove)
Posted on October 4, 2014  ·  with 520 notes · via
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At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.
Caitlin Moran  (via uniquecole)
Posted on October 2, 2014  ·  with 36494 notes · via / source
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Men always say that as the defining compliment: the Cool Girl. She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means that I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.
Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see these men - friends, coworkers, strangers - giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much - no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version - maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: ‘I like strong women.’ If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because ‘I like strong women’ is code for ‘I hate strong women.’)
I waited patiently - years - for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to like cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we’d say, Yeah, he’s a Cool Guy.
But it never happened. Instead, women across the nation colluded in our degradation! Pretty soon Cool Girl became the standard girl. Men believed she existed - she wasn’t just a dreamgirl one in a million. Every girl was supposed to be this girl, and if you weren’t, then there was something wrong with you.
Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn. (via whoistorule)
Posted on September 29, 2014  ·  with 24688 notes · via / source
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One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.
Maureen Medved, The Tracey Fragments  (via floricawild)
Posted on September 28, 2014  ·  with 12317 notes · via / source
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I think about dying but I dont want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.
Matty Healy (via saetern)
Posted on September 27, 2014  ·  with 114161 notes · via / source
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What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.
Posted on September 24, 2014  ·  with 8504 notes · via / source
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The truth is that you are always going to be losing things. You will lose an earring down the depths of the sink, or your socks in that strange dimension between the wash and your drawer. You will lose your first tooth when you are seven. For days you will run your tongue absent-mindedly over the gap and startle, yet again, at the strange loss of something you had always believed was a permanent part of you.

Later you will go on to lose your favorite toy at a foreign hotel, and too many tears over the schoolyard gossip that made its way back to you. You will lose your heart to a boy whose voice cracks a little when he teases you, who smiles at you with the sun rising in his eyes. Months later you will find yourself losing faith in what you had thought to be love.

You will lose car keys, and phone numbers, and parcels in the mail. You will lose time. You will lose sleepless nights, and childhood dreams, and God only knows how many times you will lose hope in life.

So here is the sad, harsh truth: the earth is always going to spin on its axis, the tides are always going to change, and you are always going to be losing things. But there are some things you will learn to come to terms with, even when they disappear. These are the things that might be better off gone, and the people who do not deserve to claim a spot in your life. This is the little alphabet on paper that does not define you, or your self-worth. This is the friend who stopped holding on after all those times you reached your hand out. This is the boy who said he would call but never did.

Some things can be replaced, like bobby pins or name cards or ballpoint pens. There are some things you will learn to let go of, and there are others you will learn you should’ve held on tighter to. These are the things that will leave gaping holes behind in their absence, which you will try – and fail – desperately to fill. These are the things you must learn to fight for. These are the people you must chase after, the friendships you must not take for granted.

You are always going to be losing things, it’s true. But some things are worth the fight, and some aren’t, and this is just one of those little things you learn along the way.

Of Love and Loss, by ironedout
Posted on September 23, 2014  ·  with 107 notes · via
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There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via 5000letters)
That’s the trouble with loving a wild thing: You’re always left watching the door.
Edith Pattou, East (via observando)
Posted on September 18, 2014  ·  with 10772 notes · via / source
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