Anonymous asked: You write beautiful words :)
Aw why thank you! That means a lot :)
I want to get this qoute tattooed on my arm, its from my favorite book, Crime and Punishment ‘Accept suffering and achieve atonement through it — that is what you must do. I want it in original russian because Im hipster like that. Can anyone help me translate this? I dont want to use an online translator, too risky.
Lately my life has felt like a shelf with too many books, strewn about. No particular order to them, all of them chaotic. Time has gotten the best of them, that may be the only pattern to it. Time. No one has held these books in a while. They just sit collecting dust. My shelf holds stories of sorrow and joy, but no one finds them worthwhile. Smoke fills this room and in this haze of despair you find your favorite line.
Loneliness seems to be a mans curse. When women are single they are strong, and fierce, ready to take on the world. When men are lonesome they are desperate, fearful and forgotten. Men were always considered the ‘hunters’ of a group, while women were the tender voices that calmed the ever angry male. These primal feelings still affect us today. Men are intimidated by a strong woman, and even more fearful of the crippling loneliness felt after a breakup/divorce. I don’t think it is in a males genetic make up to be content with ‘settling down’. We commune, we move on, we are travelers. Never being able to sit still. It is when a man finds a woman he chooses to settle with, the true challenge is encountered. Love isn’t a bouquet of roses, or 500 days of Summer. Love isn’t over simplification of romantic ideals. Love is pain, Love is imperfection and work. It is never easy, it is never fair.
This may be my last thought for the night. In a drunken stupor I try and wrestle with all of these sickening thoughts. Friends leave, love leaves and all I have left is whiskey and cigarettes. I was made the bad guy, I will always be the bad guy. You do your best to figure out what’s going on, bu you soon realize that the only thing you know is that you dont know. It scares the hell out of you…
A voice repeats in my head asking “where are you going?”
That old shelf is giving away, it can’t or wont support these empty books anymore. Lost lessons and broken history weigh the shelf down. The peoples favorite line is just one word. Lost.