Favorite quotes from my time revisiting Tumblr
You know, it's been a while since I mentioned Tumblr.
Now that I'm trying to be a grown and responsible human, I've been having these cravings to go back... Simpler times. Nostalgia, right? Adults, they always want to tell you about enjoying things when you're young and –at least I did– you usually dismiss them, 'cause what do they know about my life? Yet, once again, they're right. So... I went to Tumblr.
Back then, I was an avid Tumblr user. I saw the original dashboard –IYKYK ;)– and saw things evolving for what felt like most of my teen years. I adored the secrecy that users maintained for the platform, the involvement and engagement of David, the CEO, with its power users and, for heaven's sake, I'm pretty sure I spent more time in the website than studying during high school and college. Also, back then, I used to write. I had this really lousy blog called "El mar de Oscar", which translates to "Oscar's Sea", where I used to pour every single thought, poem, story... everything I had on my mind, and actually managed to get a decent following. I got to collaborate with interesting people from Latam and USCAN and have conversations around writing and poetry and all that stuff. Good times. When I outgrew it all, I simply deleted it and never looked back.
So, it was interesting coming back and taking a look at the past, especially since I don't really feel like writing like that anymore. I mean, I write, but I don't write like that anymore. I may need to check with someone the reasoning for that drastic change, 'cause I thought I was good at it. It is what it is. Anyway, since I deleted the blog I don't have any of that to share, but I got a look at my likes back then and noticed I used to like lots, lots of good quotes that I somehow found to resonate with me even now.
Naturally, I thought I'd share.
I wish I wrote the way I thought;Obsessively,Incessantly,With maddening hunger.I'd write to the point ofsuffocation.I'd write myself intonervous breakdowns,Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmalnothing.And I'd write about youa lot morethan I should.
— Benedict Smith, “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought”
Blink and you're twenty-eight, and everyone else is now a mile down the road, and you're still trying to find it, and the irony is hardly lost on you that in wanting to live, to learn, to find yourself, you've gotten lost.
— V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
— Oscar Wilde
you still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want
— s.e. hinton
it still comes as a surprise that closeness cannot be achieved from a safe distance
— Unknown
I know when to stop.I know when to let things go. I know when to move on. But ‘I know’ is different from ‘I can’.
— Unknown
I feel very small. I don’t understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.
— Anaïs Nin, from "Nearer the Moon: The Previously Unpublished Unexpurgated Diary, 1937-1939"
Time ticks by; we grow older. Before we know it, too much time has passed and we’ve missed the chance to have had other people hurt us. To a younger me this sounded like luck; to an older me this sounds like a quiet tragedy.
— Douglas Coupland, "Life After God"
You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering
— Ernest Hemingway, "A Farewell to Arms"
i love myself but i dont love me back
— Unknown
You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.
— Augusten Burroughs
Escribes poemasporque necesitasun lugaren donde sea lo que no es .
— Alejandra Pizarnik
