"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun — for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax — This won’t hurt." - Hunter S. Thompson
“Ah, but we die to each other daily.
What we know of other people
Is only our memory of the moments
During which we knew them. And they have changed since then.
To pretend that they and we are the same
Is a useful and convenient social convention
Which must sometimes be broken.
We must also remember
That at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.”—T.S. Eliot
Thank you. That made me feel much better. I woke up crying then read that this morning and when I was finished I wasn't crying anymore. I'm so thankful for you, and what you believe in - good people give me hope in my grey high school days.
I hear ya girl. Everyone goes through it, in one way or another. You just have to know yourself, believe in your truths, convictions, and commitment to love, and everything will work itself out in the end. It won’t always be easy or pretty, but it will.
"Keep your face toward the sunshine and shadows will fall behind you." - Walt Whitman
“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”—Walt Whitman
“Anyway, Ginsberg came up, introduced himself and announced he wanted to fuck Bobby. And I said, “Well, hello, what’s holding you back?” And he said “I’m shy”. I said “Isn’t that sad?” I can’t remember much more about that meeting except that’s all Ginsberg wanted to talk about. I was a little insulted myself. I hadn’t realised he wouldn’t have any interest in me at all and was just using me to get to Bobby. Then Bobby was completely and totally drunk. We got him out in the car and he was, oh, maudlin. I don’t remember what he was saying, but I said “Ginsberg wants to go to bed with you,” and he said “Oh, oh, far out,” and then he passed out…”—Joan Baez