Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the overcompensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.
This article best describes how I live my life. Shout out to the author for capturing the essence of me.
Happy Birthday Miles ((May 26, 1926 – September 28, 1991)
(Source: devoureth)
I didn’t mean to body-slam
your heart that way, love.It’s just what I do.
No one ever taught me
how to hold things
that don’t last
forever.
Sleep is still most perfect…when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.
Social media—from Facebook to Twitter—have made us more densely networked than ever. Yet for all this connectivity, new research suggests that we have never been lonelier (or more narcissistic)—and that this loneliness is making us mentally and physically ill. A report on what the epidemic of loneliness is doing to our souls and our society.
