Most people do not listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply.
Stephen R. Covey (via perfect)

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I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.
Charles Bukowski (via pukin)
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
Kahlil Gibran (via quote-book)

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Justice Families

does the green lantern one bum everyone else out, too? lonely hal is lonely.

All sorts of like. (But there should be a Kyle out ahead of lonely Hal)

Bruce is missing some kids.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.
Haruki Murakami (via perfect)

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But eventually you learn that you just can’t save anyone no matter how hard you try. People have to want to change, they have to want to do better, and to be better. All you can do is love people and pray for them and be present when they need you. But you can’t save them; at the end of the day, we all have to save ourselves.
Kovie Biakolo, You Can’t Save Anyone (via olliesoi)

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Something changes the moment you decide you’ve found a person you are ready to reveal parts of your soul to. Something stands out and makes the moment unique. A profound multidimensional clarity resembling a piece of carefully gathered stardust; As if you are whispering “finally” and your eyes fill with light and spontaneity. As if you do not care whether your heart will melt or crumble in the process because your brief courage undoes your tremendous fear of disbelief. You live for these moments; For you are, maybe for one second or more, sweetly forced to surrender yourself to unconditional intimacy. A moment of psychological reward smashing all self-imposed disciplines founded on terror. This is all you need.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934 

(via silentnostalgia)

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Too often, the only escape is sleep.
Charles Bukowski (via olliesoi)

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