“I wanna go on a roadtrip someday. Alone or with someone I love. I wanna get away. Explore places. Sleep in the car. Stop a lot just to admire the view. Visit museums and try out coffee shops. Listen to my favorite albums while driving. Have a polaroid camera. Take pretty pictures of the sunrise. Take pictures of myself. Run through a forest. Chase fog. Chase the sun. Spend hours on a field making flower crowns. Feel the wind in my hair. Buy souvenirs. Meet people. Take time to observe. I wanna make memories. I wanna feel alive.”—
“I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do; I learned to suspect that anyone and everyone is capable of ‘living a lie’. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.”—Lynn Barber, An Education (via ding-ang-bato)
I know that you didn’t want to go out today and I know that it feels like a small flock of sparrows are using your stomach for a bird bath.
I know you want to run away and cry and I know you just want to be alone.
I know that in the hot summer air, with what feels like a rhinoceros sitting on your windpipe, sometimes it gets hard to breathe.
I know it’s hard to answer the incessant question of “Are you alright?” When all you want is forty eight seconds of silence in your head.
I know that every part of you feels exposed to peoples’ judging eyes.
But I also know that every time you’ve wanted to quit, you haven’t.
And that you’re chest will continue to ride and fall so long as you keep breathing.
You’ve climbed mountains taller and braved deeper oceans. This will not stop you now.
You can do this.
Come on, breath in.”—
“I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.”—Humans of New York - Amman, Jordan (via 5000letters)
kids today google, not giggle. they play angry birds instead of getting angry AT birds. they all have an ipad but no iq. not even one. they playstation but they never play station. i.e. one pretending to be a train and the others pretending to be different trains or low paid maintenance workers. they’re obsessed with one direction, rather than enjoying all eight directions equally. facebook… but unable to face… a book. or a hoop with a stick. a lost generation. the tv show.
boys cry girls masturbate boys can like pink and not be gay girls can have short hair and not be a lesbian boys can like ballet girls can like video games boys can be hot without a six pack girls can be hot without a hairless body boys can have hair down to their waists girls can have stretch marks, curves and back fat
gender doesn’t determine what you can and cannot enjoy, what you can and cannot look like or what you can and cannot do