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Not much time left now; not much more to endure. Just a few more short weeks, she tells herself, just a few more weeks to freedom. She squares her shoulders and gathers up her things to work, pen poised above paper just so, textbooks splayed open to the appropriate pages. She purses her lips in concentration, telling herself that she needs to focus, she needs to focus so she can get this done and get on with her life. The words in front of her eyes blur into meaningless squiggles across white paper, her pen refusing to flow across the page to make sentences of meaning and insight and analysis. Her head hurts, a dull throb in her temples that refuses to go away. She sighs and throws her study materials away, cradling her head in her hands. When did it get so hard, she wonders, when did it get so hard to do this? When did her motivation leave her? When did she stop caring? She sighs and frowns at her books. After a moment, she reaches over and picks them up again, setting herself to work. Not much longer now, she tells herself. You can do this, you can do this, you can do this.

~   Isabella Sunday (via atomos)
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Life continues, and some mornings, weary of the noise, discouraged by the prospect of the interminable work to keep after, sickened also by the madness of the world that leaps at you from the newspaper, finally convinced that I will not be equal to it and that I will disappoint everyone— all I want to do is sit down and wait for evening. This is what I feel like, and sometimes I yield to it.

~   Albert Camus (via mirroir)
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I am very good at sitting still doing nothing. I can sit and not move for two to three hours and not get bored.

~   Daul Kim (via sacraments)
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obdormio:

Me every Sunday night:

Me every Monday morning:

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11.01.10 /15:58/♥ 322

I’m a total fuckup, honestly. The reality is I’m not this person with this driving “get it done” attitude. I’m a complete fuckup and I’ve fucked up a lot of things in my life. I’m constantly tortured by a sense of failure. I feel like quitting all the time. I feel like hiding in drugs or alcohol. I feel like I’ve failed in terms of what my potential is. I don’t think I’ve achieved my potential because I haven’t worked that hard and I haven’t found the right angles. The reality is, I’m not a “get knocked down and just pull myself back up by my bootstraps and come back harder” kind of guy.

~   Greg Giraldo, on Failure  (via bloodisthenewblackk)
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10.26.10 /17:31/♥ 133

I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

~   The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (via apathie)
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andrewharlow:

I don’t really sleep, or dream, anymore. I kind of pass out late at night, just to be able to wake up in the morning, a pure physical requirement. My body is rested but my mind is always tired, to tired for any creative thought once I fall asleep the next night. It would be nice to dream again, to sleep, and wake up feeling refreshed. 

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