#la

You get caught in being something, being cool or special or whatever, to the point where you don’t even know why you need it; you just think you do ↗

— John Green

#identity #john-green #life #popularity #purpose

...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ... ↗

— John Geddes

#keepsakes #life #memories #moments #poetry

Looking around, I wonder what is it that makes my fellows able to bear such a life. How can they face the day, when I can't? Is there some secret to living that makes its conditions irrelevant? A neutering of expectation, a mastery of the mundane? Or have they just grown accustomed to rape? ↗

— D.B.C. Pierre

#life

Confidence is not a wilted plant that can be brought back to life with a bit of water. It is a highly flammable object. Doubt sets it aflame and destroys it irreparably. ↗

— Michèle Halberstadt

#destroy #flame #life #plant #water

He plunged into the foliage, and was swept into a humid, wet world of towering trees, animal chirps and thick ferns. After a few steps, he turned, and could barely make out the village. He walked a few more steps. He could see nothing now except for the thick trees and long ferns and grasses that surrounded him. He was enveloped into the confined space between trees, surrounded by the jungle heat and staccato chirps. He turned in the direction of the village, but could only see thick, dense trees. Hoping his sense of direction had not been muddled, he turned back around to the direction of the alleged ocean, and kept walking. Now the calls he heard sounded more and more strange. How far had he walked by now? The jungle, or rain forest, whatever it was, did not relent, and he kept on weaving into narrow gaps between the sturdy ferns and towering trees, pressing onwards. This continued for a seemingly oppressive amount of time, and he began to doubt his decision. To come to this place. To take a chance with his life, which was going in the right direction. Why couldn’t he be happy with the normal and mundane, he cursed, scolding his own stubbornness ↗

— T.P. Grish

#drama #fiction #humor #humour #maldives-malady

She was one of those golden mulatas that French-speaking Caribbeans call chabines, that my boys call chicas de oro; she had snarled, apocalyptic hair, copper eyes, and was one whiteskinned relative away from jaba. ↗

— Junot Díaz

#woman #ybon #life

And all I could do while I listened to this dude tell me how punk rock saved his life was think, Wow. Why did my friend waste all that time going to chemotherapy? I guess we should have just played him a bunch of shitty Black Flag records. ↗

— Chuck Klosterman

#cancer #life-saver #punk-rock #saved-my-life #life

Even the juncture in history and the zeitgeist we live in is something we choose, setting the scene for the spiritual fodder we need to grow and achieve deeper elevation of our souls. ↗

— Raquel Cepeda

#deeper-elevation #elevation #freedom-of-choice #history #journey

Sometimes in life there's no problem and sometimes there solution. Within this space - between these apparent poles - life flows. ↗

— Rasheed Ogunlaru

#conflict #contentment #finding-answers #going-with-the-flow #inner-fulfilment

Repentance and yearning, and yearning and repentance: this is the total harvest of life. ↗

— Khurram Murad

#khurram #life #murad #muslim #life