Sometimes I'm a ginger, never an optimist, always a cunt.

More than occasionally I get white girl wasted and show my ass. New York raised me right.

 

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via triumphofdesire)

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So even if the hot loneliness is there, and for 1.6 seconds we sit with that restlessness when yesterday we couldn’t sit for even one, that’s the journey of the warrior.

Pema Chödrön, When Things Fall Apart: Heartfelt Advice for Hard Times (via creatingaquietmind)

We all go through life like bulls in a china shop. A chip here, a crack there. Doing damage to ourselves, to other people. The problem is trying to control the damage we’ve done, or that’s been done to us.

Grey’s Anatomy (via psych-facts)

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