I am addicted. Addicted to the night. Addicted to the tension, the confusion, the restlessness in my bones. The night brings a certain clarity to the ferment in the day, but there need not be anyone to say. I know the body is repulsed, but I know it is what the soul longs and I know that I will always be terrified; more terror in simplicity than in perplexity and more terror than this body would dare to embrace. It is only in night that lucidity can prevail, and although it’s addictive quality poses great temptation, that’s all it is and that’s all it can be.
As a dog goes back to its vomit, so a fool repeats his stupidity. -Proverbs 26:11
What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.
It was like being exhumed, I answered, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance.
What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:
It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.
If we really want to love we must learn how to forgive. -Mother Teresa
Do not be trapped by the need to achieve anything. This way, you achieve everything.
I was just watching ABC News and they were talking about “Binge” watching TV Shows on Netflix and they explained
"Binge watching is defined as watching at least 3 episodes in one day."
Awww, how cute
I’ve finished entire seasons in a day…
*tumblr collectively laughs*