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I think that I’m going to read “A Scanner Darkly” again. I really like this kind of sickness.

Get scared. It will do you good. Smoke a bit, stare blankly at some ceilings, beat your head against some walls, refuse to see some people, paint and write. Get scared some more. Allow your little mind to do nothing but function. Stay inside, go out - I don’t care what you’ll do; but stay scared as hell. You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.
Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1951-1959 (via exoticwild)
i learned that people can easily forget that others are human.
"prisoner" from the stanford prison experiment (1971)
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Hi, so I'm sorry if you already get asked this a lot, but I need to find good meat substitutes so that I'm still getting enough protein in my diet, and I don't know which ones to get. Any recommendations?

vegan-yums:

You don’t need a meat substituent. Protein is in most food, meat-eaters get too much animal protein, this leads to illnesses. You don’t have to worry about protein unless you’re not eating food. Veggies are full of protein. Cooked spinach, Cooked kale, Cooked broccoli. Quinoa, Lentils, Beans, Oatmeal, Hummus, Nuts and nut butters, Non-dairy milk, Seitan, Tofu, Rice, Seeds, Bread, Potatoes, Spirulina and more..

But my soul’s poisonous doubt is all-consuming. My soul is like the Dead Sea, over which no bird can fly; when it has flown midway, then it sinks down to death and destruction.
Soren Kierkegaard (via blackestdespondency)
I hope that you don’t stop to use that fallen sounds I found in you
Melody’s Echo Chamber, Mount Hopeless.
Too bad people didn’t fall in love at the same pace, at the same time, for the same reasons, and too bad those emotions didn’t move simultaneously. But each act of madness moved at its own pace, one not dependent on the pace of anyone else. It wasn’t like tandem skydiving, where you were connected as you fell, where you were forced to fall at the same rate and use the same parachute. Falling in love was a solo act. I knew that, had learned that the hard way. You just jumped and hoped your parachute opened. Sometimes you looked up and saw you were falling by yourself, the object of your desire still on the plane, not interested in jumping, watching you descend into that scary place alone.
Eric Jerome Dickey, The Novel Pleasure (via larmoyante)
I wish I had the courage not to fight and doubt everything… I wish, just once, I could say, ‘This. This is good enough.’

Chuck Palahniuk (via seabois)

(via thecharminginnocence)

I think I’m drowning again. My past called and told me there wasn’t any room for me to live there anymore, and I’m trying not to take it personally. Lately, I’ve been a barbed wire fence reaching for you, and I pretend I don’t know why you’re not touching me. There’s nowhere to put the bad days. Nowhere to put the homesick. I’m digging holes and there’s nowhere to put the dirt except my pockets. Baby, it’s weighing me down, and you aren’t here to make things lighter. You shouldn’t have to be. I want to be the one to take down the tracks that bring these heavy trains hurdling towards my chest, but I’m scared once I learn how to destroy something, I won’t be able to stop. There was so much soft to me once, and it won’t stop rotting away. I want it back. I want it all back. Tell pity to stop calling this number. Tell her to get her hands off of my spine. Tell her I’m not the same person who loved the way she made me crooked. If you’re out there missing me, then send me thunder. Send me a storm. Send me something louder than ‘I love you.’ Does that even exist yet? If it does, it’s with you. It has to be. You don’t belong in this part of town, but if it’s any consolation, I miss your drunken sleep beside me tonight. Your hands are on every clock , and I don’t know how to stop time from moving so fast. Forgive me if I have to remember the bad in you. Forgive me if I have to make it up in my head to make this easier. I am kissing the bottom of the swimming pool, and baby, it’s time I came up for air. It’s time I learned to breathe easy after months of holding my breath.
Y.Z, sometimes moving on means crawling through a graveyard of ghosts (via rustyvoices)