What if I couldn’t handle people’s opinions of me? I know that shouldn’t dictate a person’s degree of peace or happiness in life, but the problem is, I chose a business saturated in judgment.
Part of me wants to give up and move back in with my parents. The other part of me knows that there’s nothing for me there, either, so I might as well stay here. It makes no difference.
I’m looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find
Without a trust or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine?
No but just look at his face in the 2nd one
he found the One Ring
having anxiety and depression is like being scared and tired at the same time. it’s the fear of failure but no urge to be productive, and it’s wanting friends while hating socializing. it’s like running a marathon with the willpower of a corpse because you want to get to the end but you also want to sleep and evaporate into the soil and become compost for snails and flowers because then at least you’re useful
I suppose dying’s as good an excuse as any to start living.
I think one of the best things my psychiatrist ever said to me was that I needed to think of myself first and quit worrying about whether other people will think of me or how they’ll feel. I’m always so concerned for the feelings of others that I forget to think of me.
i found the original pilot script for “hannibal” and i’m laughing because
winston is not an isolated incident
"Let me give you a case: Jack loves Jill, Jill loves Jack. But Jack doesn’t love Jill in the same way. Jack never asked to be loved."
"And what about Jill?"
"That’s Jill’s hard luck! I can’t be bloody Romeo all the time!"