On March 23, 1950, Italian poet Cesare Pavese wrote: 'Love is truly the great manifesto; the urge to be, to count for something, and, if death must come, to die valiantly, with acclamation--in short, to remain a memory.

Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home.

~John Green, Looking For Alaska

@petrapark3r read up on Extrasensory Perception to understand more about things like these. :)

@ShayThatBae is a bish, change my mind.

Thank you, Cyberdyne and Rupin. Great post! 👍🏻

I've learned the hard way that the best thing to do is say nothing about what you're really thinking. If you say nothing, they'll assume you're thinking nothing, only what you let them see.

~Theodore Finch, All The Bright Places by Jennifer Niven

But the thing that makes me really messed up is the contradiction: when I'm not hating myself, I feel righteous and victmized. Like the world is so unfair.

~E. Lockhart, We were liars

“I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.”

― Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

The cadence of suffering has begun - Cesare Pavese

I
am
in
pieces.

~Theodore Finch, All The Bright Places by Jennifer Niven.

Apology accepted.

@ShayThatBae is a bish, change my mind.

@Vanie it is sad that you have to go, but thank you for being my friend and always being there for me, even when I ranted. Thanks for your good wishes. Have a great life, Vanie. And stay strong. See you soon.

@Sam29 Thank you for being my friend. We will miss you.

@Zzz-24 the latter

Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home.

~John Green, Looking For Alaska

Francois Rabelais. He was a poet. And his last words were "I go to seek a Great Perhaps." That's why I'm going. So I don't have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.

~John Green, Looking For Alaska

Thank you, Cyberdyne and Rupin. Great post! 👍🏻

@Akshat-Gupta-0 I am fine, thanks. You?

“I've had good moments scattered since then, times when I thought I was better, but that was the last day I felt triumphant.”

― Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story

“I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?”

― Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story