I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do; I learned to suspect that anyone and everyone is capable of ‘living a lie’. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.Lynn Barber (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
America was built on two monumental crimes: the genocide of the Native American and the enslavement of the African American. The tendency of official America is to memorialize other peoples’ crimes and to forget its own - to seek a high moral ground as a pretext to ignore real issues.
I have never seen such perfect sentences.
I really do have a thing for miniature objects. Ugh, these tiny books are lovely.
People think you’re crazy if you talk about things they don’t understand.(via c-isnenegro)
Amidst all banalities, remain incorruptible. Embrace idiosyncracy.
I am thinking of this idea for a very long time and yesterday, I suddenly scribbled that statement while staring at my journal. Two years ago, I began being a spectator of the real world. Everyday, I see people succumbing to banality because that would make them acceptable to society, or would even catapult them to encounter two headless monsters of the world called “prestige” and “fame”. When I was younger, I used to wonder how these two can make people happy. Why do people hunger for other’s approval? Why do people seek for other’s admirations? Because some people are uncertain of themselves. They just feed on other people’s opinions and affection instead of standing up for their own. Thus, hollowness in their idividuality endures and if illusory exaltation ceased to exist, their souls break.
Most people are vicious when seeing something eccentric and unexplainable. We have witnessed that so many times, yet narrow-minded ones continue their pursuit of bigotry. So why in the world should we continue being influenced and depraved by this people? Why is there even a need to please them?
Lastly, I realized those people who never cared of fitting in the society are the happiest and those who remain incorruptible are the great ones.P.S. All of these are just my excuses of being solitary. Ignore my musings. Hahaha.
Melancholy is a sensual pleasure that is deliberately provoked. How many people shut themselves away to make themselves sadder, or to weep beside a stream, or choose a sentimental book! We are constantly building and unbuilding ourselves.Gustave Flaubert, from Intimate Notebook 1840-1841 (via odetofemininity)
And you can see how the world drowns in the distorted idea of prettiness.
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