“Everyone’s just looking for reasons to wake up and get out of bed, some do it for nothing but a kiss, perhaps a cup of coffee, others have a harder time; no train to catch, no hand to hold, no reasons at all.”—Unknown (via ohfairies)
“My childhood was full of reading; I’d lose myself in stories: melodramas mostly, in which everything happened in a wild-eyed romanticism. I longed to live in that world and was forced to view it in utter contrast with the reality I was experiencing. I thought all that was awful because in my novels there was nothing but silk pillows and white-lacquered furniture. I’d have liked to do everything in white lacquer. Reality made me miserable, it humiliated me. I broke off bits of wood wherever I could, thinking, what old trash is this! I did it out of sheer wickedness, for the sake of destruction of what seemed to resemble the life I was living back then. I wanted to kill myself.”—Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel, Coco Chanel: The Legend And The Life (via ohfairies)
Sometimes, when I need answers, I like to take my questions to Google.
I have googled “How long does heartbreak last?” The result more popular than that was “How long does heartburn last?” This implies people suffer from heartburn more than they do heartbreak, which is a good thing, because heartbreak sucks way more than acid reflux ever could. Weirdly, though, a broken heart does physically hurt. It feels heavy, like someone is sitting on your chest.
There are upsides to despair. You can wear a blanket instead of a coat and your friends won’t judge you. You can smoke indoors because nobody will have the heart to tell an inconsolable girl that a smoking ban has been in place for eight years. And you find out that people are very nice and that they care about you, even if the person you care about most doesn’t. On a positive day during an outdoor — and legal — cigarette break, I told a friend that I was fine and trotted out the line, “What doesn’t kill you make you stronger”. To which she replied, deadpan: “That’s not true, that which doesn’t kill you makes you wanna die.”
The nicest thing I heard during the worst time in my life was this: “You have to suffer heartbreak so you know what to tell your daughter when she has her heart broken.” I can’t wait for that day to come. The problem with heartbreak is that nobody can help you. Not the films you watch alone, searching for a character who feels the way you do, not the glasses or bottles of whisky you keep by your bed, and certainly not Instagram. Every time you post a picture of yourself on Instagram looking fake happy, a fairy dies.
Also, scrolling through photos of girls your ex may or may not be shagging won’t help you. Remind yourself that the right filter can be fantastically flattering, and she probably doesn’t look that good in real life.
”—Alexa Chung on Heartbreak, from her book (via ohfairies)
“Self-absorption in all its forms kills empathy, let alone compassion. When we focus on ourselves, our world contracts as our problems and preoccupations loom large. But when we focus on others, our world expands. Our own problems drift to the periphery of the mind and so seem smaller, and we increase our capacity for connection - or compassionate action.”—Daniel Goleman (via misswallflower)
“Death is nothing to us. When we exist, death is not; and when death exists, we are not. All sensation and consciousness ends with death and therefore in death there is neither pleasure nor pain. The fear of death arises from the belief that in death, there is awareness.”—Epicurus, Greek Philosopher (via floriental)
Do you remember when we met in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless, and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing you, when we were young, and blushed with youth like bruised fruit. Did we care then what our neighbors did in the dark?
“I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you fucking like something, like it. That’s what’s wrong with our generation: that residual punk rock guilt, like, “You’re not supposed to like that. That’s not fucking cool.” Don’t fucking think it’s not cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic.” It is cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic”! Why the fuck not? Fuck you! That’s who I am, goddamn it! That whole guilty pleasure thing is full of fucking shit.”—Dave Grohl (via moonsads)