"No single decision you ever made has led in a straight line to where you find yourself now. You peeked down some roads and took a few steps before turning back. You followed some roads that came to a dead end and others that got lost at too many intersections. Ultimately, all roads are connected to all other roads."

Deepak Chopra (via waxenneat)

dogapult:

how come when someone decides to eat only fruits and vegetables people commend them for their “willpower” and “diligence” but when i decide to eat a diet composed entirely of mozzarella sticks and vodka suddenly i’m “out of control” and “putting myself in danger”

(via pizza)

(Source: roxx95, via ruinedchildhood)

"I hope you all find yourselves sleeping with someone you love, maybe not all of the time, but a lot of the time. The touch of a foot in the night is sincere. I hope you like your work, I hope there’s mystery and poetry in your life — not even poems, but patterns. I hope you can see them. Often these patterns will wake you up, and you will know that you are alive, again and again."

Eileen Myles, “Universal Cycle.” The Importance of Being Iceland. (via winesburgohio)

(via nogreatillusion)

heylabodega:

Ok, dudes, can we talk for a sec?  Like, just you and me and the internet?  Like, ok, I know I’ve been doing this semi-performative sassy “everyone’s the worst” cunty braless misandrist pre-spinster-aunt-aesthetic, like, THING, lately, but in all seriousness: let’s talk.  STOP.  I don’t owe you anything, and I *certainly* don’t owe you anything if we met in a bar one time and you decided I was not like anybody else.  I don’t owe you prettiness, I don’t owe you humor and I absolutely completely 110 percent do not owe you any authentic vulnerable part of myself that I don’t voluntarily choose to offer.  I have things.  I have a life.  I have friends and jobs and dates and great hair and a full, interesting, difficult personality, I don’t have time or ANY desire to make you feel satisfied that you’ve gotten to the intimacy level you want with the imaginary person you’ve made in your head and pasted onto me.  When you become boring and/or demanding, I stop talking to you.  Period.  I. do. not. have. time. for. this. bullshit.

heylabodega:

Ok, dudes, can we talk for a sec?  Like, just you and me and the internet?  Like, ok, I know I’ve been doing this semi-performative sassy “everyone’s the worst” cunty braless misandrist pre-spinster-aunt-aesthetic, like, THING, lately, but in all seriousness: let’s talk.  STOP.  I don’t owe you anything, and I *certainly* don’t owe you anything if we met in a bar one time and you decided I was not like anybody else.  I don’t owe you prettiness, I don’t owe you humor and I absolutely completely 110 percent do not owe you any authentic vulnerable part of myself that I don’t voluntarily choose to offer.  I have things.  I have a life.  I have friends and jobs and dates and great hair and a full, interesting, difficult personality, I don’t have time or ANY desire to make you feel satisfied that you’ve gotten to the intimacy level you want with the imaginary person you’ve made in your head and pasted onto me.  When you become boring and/or demanding, I stop talking to you.  Period.  I. do. not. have. time. for. this. bullshit.

"Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are."

(via bisexualjohn)

(Source: queerkaitlin, via ashleyceleste)

"So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow."

Attachments, Rainbow Rowell   (via stellablu)

(Source: anditslove, via nogreatillusion)

"I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore."

Marguerite Duras, from Hiroshima, Mon Amour (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via lifeinpoetry)

"You don’t have to save me. Just hold my hand while I save myself."

(via bookswritingandmore)

(via tessahhh)

"Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep."

Albert Goldbarth, from “The Sciences Sing A Lullaby (via violentwavesofemotion)

(via nogreatillusion)