I like to think that it is part of the human condition to have concern for each other. Of course if you look around you, this premise is always on trial. And I’m not trying to say that the world is a place where all people are treated with equal respect and kindness. But for the most part, people do care about others even if those others are often limited to their family, close friends, and significant other. We love these people, we want them to be happy, and we want to save them.
 
Sometimes our loved ones need help, and it’s easy to give help when the matter is concrete; it is easy to help when people are in need of something tangible. But it’s not easy when people need something truly important. When they need things that are immaterial, giving them what they need becomes difficult. Sometimes people need to leave a bad situation, they need to heal from brokenness, they need to stop doing things or living a life that harms them, and sometimes they just need to know for sure that they are loved and that there is hope and happiness available to them.
 
When we love people, when we truly love them, we want to give them a lot; we want to give them everything we have. But when there is an impermeable brokenness that is inside the person that we love, what we give may never seem to be enough. It doesn’t seem to heal them. We try to get them to see what we see and we try to mend their wounds. We try and try and we fail because as long as they don’t get it, as long as they don’t make a choice to accept our love, and to know self-love, they continue to be broken and unable to move past that brokenness.
 
All of us are human and we are all broken in some way or another. Indeed the world is full of brokenness — that is simply a fact of life. We hurt each other so much with our words and actions and inaction, and of course we hurt ourselves. But some of us learn to deal with this reality of life, we learn to fight through our brokenness — to be beautiful despite it and to be beautiful because of it. We learn somehow through all the difficulties that we face, to save ourselves. And we try to save those around us.
 
But have you ever tried to save someone? Perhaps you tried to love them with every fiber of your being so that they would know that they are wonderful in every way. Perhaps you made a fool out of yourself to let someone know how special and unique they are inside and out. Maybe you’ve emptied your emotions hoping that they would understand how badly you want to see them do better than they’re doing at present. But eventually you learn that you just can’t save anyone no matter how hard you try. People have to want to change, they have to want to do better, and to be better. All you can do is love people and pray for them and be present when they need you. But you can’t save them; at the end of the day, we all have to save ourselves.
 
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/you-cant-save-anyone/

"I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off."
 

 
happy as a god damn clam.

“We all indulge in the strange, pleasant process called thinking, but when it comes to saying what we think, then how little we are able to convey! The phantom is through the mind and out of the window before we can lay salt on its tail, or slowly sinking and returning to the profound darkness which it has lit up momentarily with a wandering light.”
-Virginia Woolf

You’re kissing this boy right now. You’re kissing him and he’s kissing you. Actually, he’s not really kissing you. He might be moving his mouth in the correct ways and moaning but he’s gone. He’s not here right now. Leave a message at the beep. You’re kissing his mouth and soon you’ll be kissing his neck and finally you’ll be kissing his cסck but you mustn’t forget something: you are never kissing his heart. Not even close.
 
Remember that this boy is an asshסle and he has been sent here on Earth to destroy open-hearted people like you. He’s here to tarnish your self-esteem and leave you in pieces. He’s here to be a chapter in your book, and you a pithy footnote in his. You will have two wildly different interpretations of the relationship and when the stories don’t match up, it will make you feel like you’re losing your mind, that you really are the delusional psycho he’s painted you out to be. Don’t worry. You’re not. You’ve just met the boy who’s supposed to destroy people like you.
 
He doesn’t love you like you love him. Your love is this big, beaming light and his love is that dead gnat on the ground. But for right now, I guess he’s yours. He’s renting out his body to you for the night as a courtesy. At first, you’ll feel so glad that he did. “Oh thank you,” you’ll cry out at his feet. “Thank you for letting me having you for this brief moment of ecstasy.” When it’s all over though, you’ll hate him. Just like that. You’ll have arrived at his house with such promise and vigor to change him but he sucked you dry yet again. He wanted you to know that it will never be the way you want it to be, that he will never be the way you want him to be. And now you know. Again. Hold on to this knowledge until you develop the amnesia that’ll keep you coming back for more.
 
Rule number one: Never believe anything anyone tells you in bed. Beds are safe spaces where lies take root and grow, grow, grow all the way to the ceiling until, suddenly, you’ll find yourself surrounded by nothing but lies. Overgrown weeds you have to whack your way through just to get out of bed. Some people never leave though. Some people are comforted by the lies so they sleep with them every night.
 
This can’t be you. You have to get out of bed. As fast as you can.
 
He will say sweet things to you in bed, things you can’t believe are coming out of his mouth. It’s easy to say those sweet things when you’re lying next to a naked body. Try telling them again when you’re in a turtleneck and have a cold and ice is sticking to your face. It’s a lot harder then.
 
He leaves your bed and the second he does, the spell is broken. Even the way he dresses — casually, lazily, dismissive — will be enough to make your heart sink again. “Come back to bed,” you’ll say, patting the sheets.
 
“I can’t. Sorry. Got stuff to do today.”
 
He fills you up just to deplete you later.
 
You can only have him in bed. Outside of it, you can’t have anything. You’re stripped of your rights.
 
Don’t act surprised. You know better than to act surprised.
 
Just get out. He’s a dead-end. He won’t let you love him. Never will. You’re loving brick and mortar. Not a human body. You can love more than a wall. Hell, you need to love more than a wall.
 
He leaves. You lay in bed just a little longer so you can linger with his smells. You decide that you hate him.
 
He hates you.
 
No, wait. That’s still not right.
 
You hate yourself.
 

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/121749/

I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.
Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
Else will you seek, at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.
—
Edna St. Vincent Millay

i'm a red hot fox, i can take the knocks
i'm a hammer from hell, honey, can't you tell?
i'm the wild one, yes, i'm the wild one
 
i'm a touched up freak on a winning streak
i'm gonna own this town, you can't hold me down
i'm the wild one, yes, i'm the wild one
 
well, it ain't no use, turn me loose
more, more, i can't keep score
 
i've got my head screwed on and the days are gone
when you kept me down and you pushed me 'round
i'm the wild one, yes, i'm the wild one
 
i hope you like suzi quatro.
 
this one is for you, @india-wild. you'll always be my favorite "wild one."
i promise i won't make this too mushy, but damn, i love you so so so much. you are truly one of the most caring and genuine people that i know. you constantly bewilder me with all of the talent and insight you possess and i think this so much that i assume that you somehow know that and then i remember that thinking it isn't enough. thinking something won't insert the thought into someone's ear and mean something to them. so i have to tell you this. i have to tell you that you floor me with your talent and your way with words and your incredibly rare and almost ethereal personality and you inspire me and you remind me that there are people who aren't creating beautiful things simply because they want to but because they have to because they couldn't live any other way and i think that's one of the most beautiful things there is.
i can't possibly even begin to describe all of the kind and generous things you've done for me. thank you for being a friend when i need it most. thank you for providing me with some of the best advice that i still live by. thank you for being so understanding and affable. thank you for sharing some of the most beautiful and enchanting lyrics and other pieces of divine written works with me. thank you so much for coming back into my life after leaving it so abruptly. thank you for caring and for being there and for giving me the reality check that i so often need.
i'd like to thank you for every single thing you've ever done for me, but i'm afraid i can't produce words quite as well as you can, you lyrical goddess.
stay strong, stay tough, and please remember that i love you a whole hell of a lot.

this one goes out to my favorite guuurrl, "india wild."
i hope you like blue.
 
do you like the bright eyes lyrics? i put them there just for you.
i've been paying attention to the titles of your sets. it looks like someone is a conor oberst fan.
 
i'm really glad you're back.