it's the unexpected that happens...

I just started watching Hannibal… I regret nothing.

∞09:17 pm, by lostintheunexpected ∩4

[hannibal]

Perhaps most of all, though, you deserve to be okay. You deserve to know that a day in which you can just barely get out of bed because you are sad, or sick, or simply not ready to see the outside is not the end of the world. You deserve to know that moments of weakness do not make you fundamentally weak, only fundamentally human, and that sometimes we’re not going to be effusively happy, and that is okay.

Chelsea Fagan, What You Deserve (via jeremyclarksons)

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The Difference Between Alone And Lonely

Lonely is allowing this freedom from judgment to take root in your life, to become a reason to let things go.

It is wanting to turn to someone, anyone, and say “Look at that. Isn’t that wonderful?” and realizing that, as with so many other memories of late, there is just no one there to share it with

∞12:03 am, by lostintheunexpected

newspaperblackout:

A blackout by ce-douglas:

Sometimes I get bored and make blackout poetry. I wholeheartedly blame Austin Kleon for inspiring me to squander my time this way.

It’s like Einstein said, “Creativity is the residue of time wasted.”

—AK

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This was the wonderful thing about strangers. They were big blank pieces of paper, you could draw whatever you liked on their impressionable surfaces.

Janet Fitch (via pale-afternoon).

(Source: seabois)

∞11:47 pm, reblogged by lostintheunexpected ∩1959

It’s unbelievable how you can affect someone else so deeply and never know.

Susane Colasanti (via perfect)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)

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The Art of Drowning

It’s like slow motion

Disappearing into the abyss

No waving, no yelling

No calls for help

Sometimes, it rarely makes a sound

But it’s unbearable

Sinking below the surface

Gasping for air

From beginning to end

You can’t stop it—

—p. sullivan

∞07:36 pm, by lostintheunexpected

[poetry] [depression]

I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.

I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.

I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning.

I don’t want to be a feminist anymore (via coffeeurlgirl)

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