"Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be."
— Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via heatheavy)
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Everyone I deal with thinks I approach my work with a lot of sincerity and warmth. I care about what I’m doing and who I’m doing it with.
The reason for this is because I can’t think of any other way to approach it.
I think, though, that increasingly I understand people who are cold and hard. It makes sense. To care so much is exhausting, and I’m so tired.
What is the point of me trying to help you if you’re going to fight me at every turn?
realising that we’re almost halfway through the year 2013 and i have literally achieved nothing
I guess that’s not really true, I’ve achieved some stuff. But dat sandwich iz 2 adorbs
My day in court’s going to be yet another vomit party. I couldn’t sleep yesterday either. I think it has something to do with all the coffee and tea I’ve been drinking, so I’m going back off it now, and hopefully also start eating right again.
My body’s not the happiest with me, for good reason.
"When I say be creative, I don’t mean that you should all go and become great painters and great poets. I simply mean let your life be a painting, let your life be a poem."
— Osho (via theglasschild)
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"No matter how many times she was told that she was loved, there was no recognition that the proof was in the abandonment."
Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
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