Just for future reference, don’t use words like “love” anymore. It’s a very sensitive word and it wears out quickly. Romeo barely says it, but John Hinckley filled up a whole journal with it. To put it into your terms, it’s a currency that’s easily devalued. Pretty soon you’re saying it whenever you hang up the phone or whenever you leave. It turns into an apology. Then it’s an excuse. Some assholes want it to be a bulletproof vest: don’t hate me; I love you. But mostly it just means—more. More, more—give me something more. A couple of years from now, when you’re on your own completely, if you really fall in love, if it really comes to that—and I pity you if it does—you have to look right down into the black of her eyes, right down into the emptiness in there and feel everything, absolutely everything she needs and you have to be willing to drown in it, Kevin. You’d have to want to be crushed, buried alive. Because that’s what real love feels like—choking. They used to bury some women in their wedding dresses, you know. I thought it was because all those husbands were too cheap to spring for another gown, but now it makes sense: love is your first foot in the grave. That’s why the second most abused word is “forever”.
#tumblrboysbelike This is for all the boys and girls out there who have been told they should give up. For those people who have been told that there is no way they could reach their dreams. For the people who have been crushed by the tyranny of adversity and forced into an oppression in their own mind by the corrupt thoughts spread by others.
You are the people that WILL succeed because you are the strongest people out there and you’re the ones who will look back at what those people said and think “fuck them, I can do it!” Because you can. The only limit in your life are the limitations YOU set so expand those limitations and reach your dreams.
“The bravest sight to behold is someone struggling through adversity and not giving up.”-Seneco (a roman philosopher)