Doubt // Twenty One Pilots
Tag: words
My daughter, she tells me when she grows up she wants to be a singer or a comic. I said ‘Well, baby, if you wanna be a comic, you gotta be a writer. But don’t worry, you’ve got tons of material: Your mother is a manic depressive, drug addict. Your father’s gay. Your grandmother tap dances and your grandfather eats hearing aids.’ And my daughter laughs and laughs and laughs and I said ‘Baby, the fact that you know that’s funny is gonna save your whole life.’
Some words of wisdom from Carrie Fisher
- “Resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die. ”
- “If my life wasn’t funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable.”
- “Sometimes you can only find Heaven by slowly backing away from Hell.”
- “I feel I’m very sane about how crazy I am.”
- “And when you’re young you want to fit in. Hell, I still want to fit in with certain humans, but as you get older you get a little more discriminating.”
- “In my opinion, a problem derails your life and an inconvenience is not being able to get a nice seat on the un-derailed train.”
- “You know the bad thing about being a survivor… You keep having to get into difficult situations in order to show off your gift.”
- “There is no point at which you can say, ‘Well, I’m successful now. I might as well take a nap.”
- “No motive is pure. No one is good or bad-but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.”
All she wanted was the effort she gave.
I don’t know if this is too much to ask, but I just want to be held and told that what I’m doing is enough, that I am enough.
I cried because I want my daughters to feel that blazing pride, that affirmation of their boundless capacity — not from their husbands, but from their world, from the atmosphere, from inviolable wells of certainty inside themselves. I cried because it’s not fair, and I’m so tired, and every woman I know is so tired. I cried because I don’t even know what it feels like to be taken seriously — not fully, not in that whole, unequivocal, confident way that’s native to handshakes between men. I cried because it does things to you to always come second.
Of all the female sins, hunger is the least forgivable; hunger for anything, for food, sex, power, education, even love.
(via mysharona1987)





