cold hard reality. i just don't get it.
Listen. Are you listening? You’re not listening. I am talking to those of you in this class who might be interested in writing.
Every moment of your life, you’re writing. Even in your dreams you’re writing. When you walk the halls in this school you meet various people and you write furiously in your head. There’s the principal. You have to make a decision, a greeting decision. Will you nod? Will you smile? Will you say, Good morning, Mr. Baumel? or will you simply say, Hi? You see someone you dislike. Furious writing again in your head. Decisions to be made. Turn your head away? Stare as you pass? Nod? Hiss a Hi? You see someone you like and you say, Hi, in a warm melting way, a Hi that conjures up a splash of oars, soaring violins, eyes shining in the moonlight. There are so many ways of saying Hi. Hiss it, trill it, bark it, bellow it, laugh it, cough it. A simple stroll in the hallway calls for paragraphs, sentences in your head, decisions galore.
Frank McCourt, Teacher Man: A Memoir (via withnailrules)

flagg0t:

If someone tells you to listen to a song, listen to it.  It may be the worst song you have ever heard but they wanted to share it with you.  That is really special.  If it makes them feel a certain way and they are so adamant about you hearing it, take 5 minutes to hear it.  It shows a lot about someone.  

i never failed to do this

exactly of what i had in mind

exactly of what i had in mind

ultraraw:

urbanreading:

Being haunted by desire of authenticity I take stealthy photos sometimes. I am interested to know how people read when they think nobody’s looking. The world surely does not exist for them at that moment.

I really like this

me too

ultraraw:

urbanreading:

Being haunted by desire of authenticity I take stealthy photos sometimes. I am interested to know how people read when they think nobody’s looking. The world surely does not exist for them at that moment.

I really like this

me too

likenaughtsandcrosses:

yeah, I got bored.

likenaughtsandcrosses:

yeah, I got bored.

mwoch:

my work 

mwoch:

my work 

Don’t let your fear of being alone trick you into thinking that you’re in love.
(via thoseconstellations)

If there’s a will, there’s a way