If weed were water and I were a duck, I'd swim to the bottom and I'd never come up, but since weed ain't water and I'm not a duck, pass me the bowl and I'll shut the fuck up.

“I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me.

I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals. And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.” ~ José Micard Teixeira

You don’t ever have to feel guilty about removing toxic people from your life. It doesn’t matter whether someone is a relative, romantic interest, employer, childhood friend, or a new acquaintance — you don’t have to make room for people who cause you pain or make you feel small. It’s one thing if a person owns up to their behavior and makes an effort to change. But if a person disregards your feelings, ignores your boundaries, and continues to treat you in a harmful way, they need to go.

"When you’re young, you should think that the world is yours and you can do whatever the fuck you want with it. As you get older, though, you realize—and this is good news, but it's also devastating—that there will be love that will die and love that you can’t understand anymore. The more joy we feel, the more we know that there’s suffering in the world. It's the nature of reality, and it’s a motherfucker."

— The Flaming Lips' Wayne Coyne

you ask yourself why life must go on - you beg the lord above to send someone new (?) - but deep inside you pray He'll bring her back someday -- you didn't see a face upon the wall - you wonder if you can hold it all - your dream has been taken - and you're not mistaking -- three more days go back (?) - when life seemed oh so sweet - you found that love was true - and it was all so complete - walking down that lonely street in town

NYLA There's a point you reach when you're no longer able to feel like you did. Not about a person, not with a certain place, you just can't feel like you did because that muscle or whatever is just...dead. Or gone. THE BOY Hi, Nyla. NYLA When you're alone, you might be able to remember it. You might even hear a song that makes you question it. But you don't have it. It doesn't exist anymore. It's dead. Do you understand? THE BOY Yes. Absolutely. But Nyla-

when everything is silent and quiet, you can see the empty web you're in. It is annoying. Which is the slowest form of torture.

“I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologize because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest.”

Personally, I enjoy monogamy—humiliation and sex are more synonymous that way. ~ Josh Tillman

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.” ~ Sylvia Plath

“You take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing, no one to blame.”