Quote 1 Feb
I’m up to my ears in unwritten words.
— J.D. Salinger, excerpt from a letter to Jean Miller (via larmoyante)
Text 21 Nov

I need to release

Like I used to

Words on a page

Like I’m used to

So caught up in life

And ways of living

Lost in confusion

a slave to this illusion

Perspiring cause I’m not who I used to be

All these new experiences, shaping me

Struggling to find content with who I am

Lies to myself and fun go hand in hand

This is not my foundation

These paper bricks only stand because of the cement base

All this is such a waste

A mocking form of release

A lie to myself that this is what it’s about

Bandwagon and soon I’ll fall out

I need to get back to what I know I know

Success on the horizon

Soon to attain my goals

No need to fall right before I soar

In the end I know where I want to be

The steps to get there need to be taken now

No need to get lost to be found

No need to fall to rise up

Let me be a better me

I don’t need a history

I don’t need a sob story or distress

I can become what I want to be

It can be done unrecklessly

Let me be who I know that I am

Let me release.


Quote 18 Nov
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breath in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

Unknown  (via boomsilencio)


(via silent-in-the-trees)

As a recently turned 20 year old who lives on their own, this happens. People sometimes ask how old I am, or when a particular event happened in my life, and when I say an age, I immediately curse in my head and say, “crap, I’m 20 now. Seventeen feels like last week, eighteen was yesterday, and this morning I was nineteen. When did I get this far?”

(via curtisanthonytaylor)

(Source: kalynroseanne)

Quote 26 Sep

But the fact that some geniuses were laughed at does not imply that all who are laughed at are geniuses. They laughed at Columbus, they laughed at Fulton, they laughed at the Wright brothers. But they also laughed at Bozo the Clown.

Quote 24 Aug

It’s not a dead end if it takes you somewhere you need to go.

Quote 20 Aug
Nobody is superior, nobody is inferior, but nobody is equal either. People are simply unique, incomparable.
— Osho (via lazyyogi)

(Source: lazyyogi)

Quote 19 Aug

Neither seek nor avoid, take what comes.

Quote 6 Aug

Do not erase the designs the child makes in the soft wax of his inner life.

Text 20 Jul

Life isn’t what you make of it. Life is life, what you do about it, is what you make of it.


Text 19 Jul

"The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore."

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