The majority of my friends are able to present a diploma for their hard work to their friends and family. Especially their parents. I, unfortunately, cannot nor do I ever think I will be able to do this. Going to college and graduating was the only expectation put on me until I followed my heart and allowed nothing to stop me. I recently made my résumé and presented it to my parents. It’s no...
I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively, Incessantly, With maddening...– Benedict Smith, I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought (via erraticintrovert)
Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood.– Mary Rakow (via belle-de-nuit)
May 15th, 2013
Lola in critical condition. Still waiting on parents to arrive from their drive from Vegas. Life gets realer and realer each passing second.
One writes out of one thing only — one’s own experience. Everything depends on...– James Baldwin (via birdrabbit)
-raymondct-: “We’d just shared the last beer and slung the empty can out the window at a stop sign and were just waiting back to get the feel of the day, swimming in that kind of tasty drowsiness that comes over you after a day of going hard at something you enjoy doing — half sunburned and half drunk and keeping awake only because you wanted to savor the taste as long as you could.” - One flew...
Sensations are rapid dreams.– G. Santayana (via showslow)
Make voyages. Attempt them. There’s nothing else.– Tennessee Williams (via blue-voids)
It doesn’t bother me that you understand me better than anyone. What bothers me is that life forces me to never be around.
And never have I felt so deeply at one and the same time so detached from myself...– Albert Camus (via venuschild)