my dog’s sickness has caused him to go blind. all he wants to do now is sleep, he’s so scared. i wept and wept when i saw the blue haze cover his eyes, yet he still ran over and licked my face until i laughed. i’ve been in denial about his health. that he’s fine. that this is just a little cold or flu he has to get over. my father has suggested we put him down. i screamed at him and told him it wasn’t an option. but after talking to people, i realize i’ve been selfish.
but i can’t. i can’t do that to my best friend. he’s been there for me through all the break-ups, the moving, fights with parents, he’s been so loyal. i even planned a trip to california with him this summer. i’m broken. i love him too much, to allow his life to be taken away.
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
Ferdinand de Saussure (via seventy-4)(via stokens)
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 (via danseurs)(via divinesunshiine)
Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.
Bell Hooks, All About Love: New Visions (via transformfeminism)
