The sad truth is that the truth is sad.

all them other niggas lame and you know it now when a real nigga hold you down you supposed to drown

sometimes i cant believe it, i’m moving past the feeling

Never pretend that the things you haven’t got are not worth having.

—Virginia Woolf (via thresca)

(via quote-book)

What happens when two different men fall in love with you within the space of three hours? Why does popcorn always taste best when you’re watching a western?

What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I love the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son. And he’s the Chief of Police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She’s been waiting for me all these years. She’s never taken another lover. I don’t care. I don’t show up. I go to Berlin. That’s where I stashed the chandelier.

Chenrezig

There was once a time not too long ago where I really had no absolute direction at all. I didn’t know what I wanted to be because I wanted to be everything and nothing and everything again. Then I didn’t want to have any friends or even be close with family because I couldn’t relate to them or I cared too much about what they thought of me. I had lost all compassion for things that were most important in one’s life. I was so self absorbed and that’s a hard trait to get over. I always did things that I thought made me feel better, like drinking and taking xanax too much or hurting others for my own benefit. But then things started to backfire and I was faced with the reality that I was really ashamed of myself. I really started to hate the person I was becoming. I don’t always like to admit to my failures, but I knew at that time I really sucked and I needed to fix that. So I started exercising since I knew scientifically that would make me feel better (endorphins and shit) and I also picked up old positive hobbies like reading and cooking. Then one day I learned how to meditate and quickly realized how peaceful I felt after. This is the climax of my story, this mantra I started to chant everyday, that is what brought a lot of calm and understanding to my life. This prayer brings upon the blessings of Chenrezig, the lord of Love and also renowned as the embodiment of compassion. I think the most important thing for me was not just learning about compassion but to practice it also. I tend to always think that everyone’s personality is just like mine (a bit insensitive, dramatic, hysterical, etc.) but that’s just me being selfish because it’s about me again, you know? So when I chose to become a nurse, it came to me as a shock really how much nurses exude compassion in their career. I am extremely proud and anxious during this journey because I have so much respect for the certain compassion that is instilled within them. It’s a wonderful trait to have and it’s exactly the kind of thing I want to be around for the rest of my life.