Anonymous asked: Where have you been?
Chillin. Hanging out in the real world.
Pretty much over this tumblr business
Don’t ask questions you don’t care to know the answer too. And I don’t mean the tough stuff. I mean, don’t ask someone how their weekend was as a nicety to tell them about what happened during yours.
Don’t ask about my nephew, when his next birthday is and what sports he’s playing this year when your only interest is in his mother.
Don’t ask how I’m feeling today when there’s no smile if the only answer your looking for is a, “fine,” and the feeling that you tried.
I’m fine with all of these things. I’ll listen to your weekend stories, I’ll tell you about my sister, I’ll tell you I’m fine. But I’m not fine with deceit. Even the small, everyday deceit, hidden behind meaningless questions. I don’t take kindly to it. Get on with what you want to say, what you want to ask, regardless of how you think it will sound because I’ll have a lot more respect if you do.
"There’s a feeling I get, when I look to the west. And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, and the voices of those who stand looking.”
If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is understand yourself.
—Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via laceepaperflowers)