My Father Picked Me Up From School One Day,and We Played Hooky And Went To The Beach.It Was Too Cold

My father picked me up from school one day, and we played hooky and went to the beach. It was too cold to go in the water, so we sat on a blanket and ate pizza. When I got home, my sneakers were full of sand, and I dumped it on my bedroom floor. I didn’t know the difference. I was six. My mother screamed at me for the mess, but he wasn’t mad. He said that billions of years ago, the world shifting and the oceans moving brought that sand to that spot on the beach, and then I took it away. “Every day,” he said, “we change the world,” which is a nice thought, until I think about how many days and lifetimes I would need to bring a shoe full of sand home until there is no beach, until it made a difference to anyone. Every day, we change the world, but to change the world in a way that means anything, that takes more time than most people have. It never happens all at once. It’s slow. It’s methodical. It’s exhausting. We don’t all have the stomach for it.

Mr Robot (via pureavocado)

beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay.

 F. Scott Fitzgerald   (via alpacakingdom)

I’m too careless. I don’t put out enough effort. I’m tired.

Charles Bukowski, South of No North (via larmoyante)

Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not. We never are. But that’s not the right question. The question is are we living a life that is worth the harm?

Welcome to Night Vale, Parade Day (Ep. 46)

There are wonderous things There are magical things There are dangerous things We get what we deserve

Tanis

I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. But I think I have known it pretty often, too often.

Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness

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