have you ever thought you meant a lot to someone and then you find out that you’re just one person out of so many others that they talk to, and compared to the way they talk to the other people, you’re really just nothing?
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“Maybe we all have in us a secret pond where evil and ugly things germinate and grow strong. But this culture is fenced, and the swimming brood climbs up only to fall back. Might it not be that in the dark pools of some men the evil grows strong enough to wriggle over the fence and swim free? Would not such a man be our monster, and are we not related to him in our hidden water? It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.”
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
“Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything, the preciousness lies in the lonely mins of a man.
And this is what I believe: that the free, exploring mi d of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual.”
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
“I believe there are monsters born in the world to human parents… And just as there are physical monsters, can there not be a mental or psychic monster born? The face and the body may be perfect, but if a twisted gene or a malformed egg can produce physical monsters, may not the same process produce a malformed soul?”
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
“Love to a man like Mr.Edwards is a crippling emotion. It reed us judgment, canceled his knowledge, weakened him. He told himself that she was hysterical and tried to believe it, and it was made easier for him by Catherine. Her outbreak had terrified her, and for a time she see every effort to restore his sweet picture of her.
A man so painfully in love is capable of self-torture beyond belief. Mr.Edwards wanted with all his heart to believe in her goodness, but he was forced not to,as much as his own particular devil as by her outbreak. Almost instinctively he went about learning the truth and at the same time disbelieved it.”
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
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June 17, 2013
11:03pm
Caring is a commitment, the promise to be courageous in order to protect the physical and mental wellbeing of a person, object, ideal.
It is nobody’s fault, human communication is one of the most intricate things on earth; simple, but complex
You make your descision to either be there when they need you or if not then you tell them that it can’t work out that way
You only live for yourself, it is within reason to leave anybody who no longer cares for you
June 17, 2013
12:50am
I think it’s funny how I was deathly scared of the thought of my parents divorcing.
But my heart stared blankly at the text from a woman named Anna says I love you to my father.
That for a while, I’ve actually wanted my parents to divorce.
That I naturally made a separate pile of clothes for my mom and for my dad because they sleep in different rooms.
That I found everything falling apart natural.
I think it’s funny how I was so scared of being alone all the time, how I always needed someone to be with me.
But now being alone is something not of choice anymore.
That now I walk out in the sun and think by myself and expect company in my hiding place.
I think it’s funny how I was scared of losing my best friend, Hahnara.
But today is her birthday and I didn’t even think about it until I went on Facebook .
That I haven’t typed out her name for a couple of months. Maybe more than a couple of months.
I think it’s funny how much I was scared of the thought of her dying.
But she’s already dead in my life whether or not her body is buried.
I think it’s funny how I told myself I’d never leave my friends.
But that’s just a become a natural process of drifting away and letting go that I accept.
I think it’s funny how much I’ve mourned about giving so much energy and thought for people who don’t care.
But in the end, I’m the one leaving, I’m the one who doesn’t fight for shit in my life. I make people think I trust them with my life, but I’m the one who doesn’t care.
I think it’s funny how much I used to laugh that I was used to people asking me, “Are you okay?”
But now I need people to ask me that merely because I rarely laugh now.
1:02am
