November 30, 2012 § Leave a comment

You know what I can’t understand? You have all these people telling you all the time how great you are, smart, and funny and talented and all that, I mean endlessly, I’ve been telling you for years. So why don’t you believe it? Why do you think people say that stuff, Em? Do you think it’s a conspiracy, people secretly ganging up to be nice to you?

-Dexter to Emma (book One Day by David Nicholls)

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November 30, 2012 § Leave a comment

I’ve made my decision. Hopefully, it’s for the best. I just can’t wait for SPM to be over so I could settle this once and for all. Good day xx

Crumble Lines

November 25, 2012 § Leave a comment

 

“She had it all. The looks, the brains. The courage to do everything and anything. She was beyond perfect. Yet she wanted more. Something in her just keeps touching off and saying she has to have more. Anything would do. She didn’t care on how she’s going to get to the top most, what matters is whethernot she will, and she would strive on anything to get there. If she doesn’t, then it’s utter chaos.

She wasn’t appreciative on what she had, yet she focused more on what she doesn’t have. She was longing for something better. She was entirely confused on what she wants as opposed to what she really needs.
As she went on by with her ordinary days, she felt a sudden alteration. An alteration of pure devastation where everything started fading away. From the friends she had, to all the memories on things she’d thought she had done and achieved. And at that very moment, she was left with nothing but a grain of the past. It was like waking up to a very sick reality after having an enchanting dream on what’s even more perfect. And there she stood feeling all of those trifle thoughts drifting away and wishing everything would go back as it was. Or at least what she thought was normal was just another vision of extinction. “

November 25, 2012 § Leave a comment

To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart.

– Phyllis Theroux

November 25, 2012 § Leave a comment

I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillion people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stumped by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say “Hi”. They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that probability is worth that one word.

– Augusten Burroughs

Purloin

November 25, 2012 § Leave a comment

“Does it ever occur to you on how we’re living two totally separate lives now? Does it ever occur to you on how one day you just decided to leave? Does it ever occur to you? On how one day, you just became a complete’ different person. How everything, from what you’ve felt to what you’ve had, just faded away in time.

Do you not realize how happy we’d all be if you didn’t leave? If you’ve actually overcome all the emotions you had. Do you not see what you’ve always needed and who actually loves you for what you are were all ahead of you. You could of had it better right this very moment. If only you stayed. But instead, you overlooked it all.
Don’t tell me you’ve always cared, because you didn’t. No, don’t say you’ve at least called and asked on how our days were. Don’t tell me you were always there for us, because you weren’t. If you actually did then we could of felt it. All I ever felt was utter bullshit. Not to mention, you were mostly gone the whole time, we actually got use to it all.
We were more of a routine for you, weren’t we? You’ve asked us on how everything was, not because you wanted to know, but because you just had to. Because it was right. I know it doesn’t really mean anything. We don’t mean anything anymore. Do we?
I couldn’t force you to stay, no. But I just want you to know that I would be more than happy if you did.”

November 25, 2012 § Leave a comment

” Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed on the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore, dream, discover. “

– Mark Twain

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