Life is too short to be wasted in finding answers. Enjoy the questions!

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(via visual-poetry)

I believe I am becoming pathetic. I’ll go further, I believe that I am in love with a flower-growing, wood-carving quarryman/carpenter/pig farmer. In fact, I know I am. Perhaps tomorrow I will become entirely miserable at the thought that he doesn’t love me back - may, even, care for Remy- but at this precise moment I am succumbing to euphoria.

The trick is that as long as you know who you are and what makes you happy, it doesn’t matter how others see you.

The Heart is a lonely hunter with only one desire! To find some lasting comfort in the arms of anothers fire…driven by a desperate hunger to the arms of a neon light, the heart is a lonely hunter when there’s no sign of love in sight!

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(via fuckyeahhappy)

In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun. You find the fun, and—SNAP—the job’s a game!

I’d be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.

Most importantly, if you can at all avoid it, don’t be normal. Strive, burn and do everything you can to avoid being the industry standard. Even the highest industry standard. Be greater than anything anyone else has ever dreamed of you. Don’t settle for pats on the back, salary increases, a nod-and-a-smile. Instead, rage against the tepidness of the mundane with every fiber of whatever makes you, you. Change this place.