the hedgehog's dilemma

"Here in the dark I cherish the moonlight. I’m in love with the way you’re in love with the night."

The Gaslight Anthem - “Handwritten” (via marigold24)

"There is nothing worse in the world than thinking you have a chance when you really don’t."

Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy (via smittyroo)

"My girlfriend is in love with Holden Caulfield and it is driving me CRAZY. She has read that book thirteen times, which is about eleven more times than she’s bothered to read me. Everything she sees now is PHONY. Starbucks is PHONY. Our teachers are PHONY. Society is PHONY. And love—well, love is the phoniest of all. At first I tried real hard to argue, but that made me one of THEM and not HIM. She tells me he is sweet because he wants to stop all of the little children from running off a cliff. And I say can you possibly think of a situation where a group of children would be running towards a cliff? And she says I just DON’T GET IT. Which is her way of saying she doesn’t get me, and how I can get everything so wrong. Not like Holden, who would be like seventy years old right now, but is frozen at this age that I can’t wait to leave. She says she misses being a kid, just like Holden misses riding the carousel. But what’s going to stop us from getting on the carousel, from sledding at midnight, from candy and crushes? Just because we’re having sex doesn’t mean we can’t kiss. Holden is a failure with girls, and my girlfriend says that’s because he hasn’t met the right girl, one who’d UNDERSTAND him. She says this the same night we argue for an hour about the fact that I always say “I love you” before she does. I leave the room to sneak us some drinks and when I get back she has THE BOOK out, read so often that it’s spineless. Whoever made the cover blank knew what he was doing, because what image of Holden could be stronger than the picture in my girlfriend’s head? We’ve been going out for five months now, sleeping together for two, fighting over who loves who for one. I used to love that she could love a book so much. It was her first present to me. I told her I loved it, when what I really meant was I loved that it was from her. Then I made the mistake of CRITICIZING. I said that Holden seemed pretty sad and she said, yeah, that’s because his brother died, and I said it wasn’t just that kind of sad. She said maybe it took a certain kind of person to see the truth in it, and because I loved her even then, I said she was right. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought less of it, and the more I thought less of it, the more she thought less of me. And I began to think less of her for thinking less of me. If I took up with hookers, if I drank my daddy’s money away, if I ridiculed everyone, it wouldn’t be charming. She wouldn’t love that in me. And, yes, Holden would keep those kids from falling off the cliff, but WHO WOULDN’T? Does she think I would just fold my arms or give them a pat on the back before they sailed headfirst to the ground? We are all catchers, and it’s sad that she doesn’t see it. Instead she sees the PHONINESS, she deplores the world even after I point out that I am in it. If she were running through the rye, if she were headed toward that abyss, I would grab hold with every ounce of my strength, with every scared beat of my heart, with every though that could only be for her. And if I were to be running the same way, I’d like to think she’d do the same. But maybe her hands would be busy holding the book. Maybe she wouldn’t see me, too intent on looking for Phoebe from the carousel. Or waiting for Holden to hold her, to wrap her in the pages of his arms, to say she was the only one who truly knew him, as I plunged past her, sad to be leaving, and a little happy to be away."

The Realm of Possibility (via angel-myers)

love this chapter. 

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"And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that’s all you can ever ask from a friend."

The Perks Of Being A Wallflower (via heyitstanya)

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"We assume the really serious changes in our lives happen slowly, over time. But it’s not true. The big stuff happens in an instant. Sometimes you don’t even know anything is changed. You think you’re still you and your life is still your life, but you wake up one day and look around, and you don’t recognize anything, not anything at all."

Meredith Grey (Grey’s Anatomy)

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"Like most others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles - a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other - that kept me going."

Hunter S. Thompson (via likelovingthisway)

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"every two people cause an intersection. every person alters the world."

David Levithan;How They Met,And Other Stories.  (via youdfucklikeawh0re)

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"I wish there were a rulebook for intimacy. Some kind of guide to tell you when you’ve crossed the line. It would be nice if you could see it coming, and I don’t know how you fit it on a map. You take it where you can get it, and keep it as long as you can. And as for rules, maybe there are none. Maybe the rules of intimacy are something you have to define for yourself."

Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy (via antsyhands)

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