Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the ‘normal people’ as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like ‘Have a nice day’ and ‘Weather’s awful today, eh?’, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like ‘Tell me something that makes you cry’ or ‘What do you think deja vu is for?’
Timothy Leary (via Beware of Unreal Things.)

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‘And now I’m looking at you,’ he said, ‘and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before, but since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely.’
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She felt her pounding heart. Her hands seemed to enclose it. She thought for the first time in her life that it was nothing that was hers, that belonged to her, but just a pounding, living thing inside this body that wasn’t hers either.
Joyce Carol Oates, Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?(via finallyseeing)

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Gangs give you a sense of belonging, and usually, an income. But mostly, they give you a sense of dignity. Men are men, and men’ll seek pride. Everybody here’s got a badge to wear. […] You think bangers are walking around with their heads down, saying, ‘Oh man, I didn’t make anything out of my life. I’m in a gang.’ No, man! They’re walking around saying, ‘Man, I’m in a gang. I’m with them.’
Dule Hill, The West Wing