from Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
How could I not love this man?
They say that expectations only lead to disappointment..
but somehow, even without all the presumptions and hopes, disappointment will still suffice and present itself.
"The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing."
Charles Bukowski (Ham On Rye)
I was about to sleep when I saw this post on Facebook.
Guess who’s being a bitch tonight.
Me.
Haha.
Honestly, though.
Because this is what we do. We tend to mistreat the people we do not fully understand, without even trying to really hear them out.
This is a wonderful video about oddballs and outsiders, alike. The song is simply amazing and full of soul. It’s very sad but this is the reality. I think everyone should watch it and spread the message it tells us.
RANDOM FACT: When I lend my books to people I am not really close with, I stick little notes like these on the first page of the first chapter.
It serves as a reminder of how much I want them to take proper care of my babies. I list the rules like this because I don’t like explaining it to them all one by one, it’s way more convenient. Aside from being cute, these little post-its are useful in a way that I can make them pay in case they damaged my precious books, since the rules are laid on paper. They act as proof that I warned them beforehand of what might happen when they make a mistake of ruining the books that I let them borrow. I know it’s funny, stupid, weird, and a waste of my time, but hey, this is how I go about and so far, these notes work for me! Haha.
"Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are."
Mark Haddon (The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
"My stories tend to start out with people: a child prodigy who hits the wall of his intellectual talents. A religious but not fundamentalist Muslim in the South. A young woman kept alive but uncured by a novel cancer treatment. These characters mix with questions that interest and/or haunt me: Why are we so interested in leaving a legacy? Can we construct meaning in a world that is so profoundly apathetic toward us? Is it possible to have a full life without having a long life? That’s where my books start, really. They begin at the intersection between people I’m imagining and questions that bug me."
"How do you just stop being terrified of getting left behind and ending up by yourself forever and not meaning anything to the world?"
John Green (An Abundance of Katherines)
Don’t wonder why people go crazy. Wonder why others don’t.
"We keep people alive on death row just so we can kill them later. We put prisoners on suicide watch so they can’t do themselves in before we can get the chance to put them on trial. That doesn’t make any sense. Why is it okay to put someone to death, but it’s not okay for those people to do it themselves?"
Michael Thomas Ford (Suicide Notes)
“People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets. You believe you know them, that you understand them, but their motives are always hidden from you, buried in their own hearts. You will never know them, but sometimes you decide to trust them.”
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This is one of my most favorite quotes from my recent read, Insurgent by Veronica Roth. The book is very much quotable and I have written down a bunch of good lines on my notebook of quotes. I loved this one so much that I used it to make my facebook cover photo. And yes, I still cannot get over the fact that I would have to wait yet another year just so I can read the next book in the series.
Sometimes, I find it so ironic how all these social networking sites and communication devices become the very reason for people being antisocial.
I mean, honestly, ever notice how every person cannot let go of their phones, ipods, or ipads during meal times? And doesn’t it seem weird that we are stuck inside our houses, on the internet, chatting or skyping, when we can go out and actually meet them in person. (Of course, people overseas and from very distant places excluded.) What I mean are those who live, say, a few minutes or a couple of hours from each other. It’s just funny how the thing that are supposed to make people closer are what sets them apart. But then again, like on many other aspects of life, who am I to say anything about it?
