my type of public transportation 

“Why were you late in today?”
“Oh, I got tied up on the subway…”



How would monogamous people feel if we boiled their concept of love down to just sex?

Thank you, this really needed to be said.

(via flantiger)

For the correct analogy for the mind is not a vessel that needs filling, but wood that needs igniting — no more — and then it motivates one towards originality and instills the desire for truth.
Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
As water reflects the face, so ones life reflects the heart.
If you are the smartest person in the room then you are in the wrong room
After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which i rebuilt my life.
I reject the label atheist because defining me in terms of the things I don’t believe in would require and infinite list of nouns.
Creativity itself doesn’t care at all about results - the only thing it craves is the process. Learn to love the process and let whatever happens next happen, without fussing too much about it. Work like a monk, or a mule, or some other representative metaphor for diligence. Love the work. Destiny will do what it wants with you, regardless.
You cant wake a a person who is pretending to be asleep.
If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul: you haven’t experienced poetry.
The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life. And the body is born young and grows old. That is life’s tragedy.