Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that…
I asked Bon Iver to describe a perfect day. ‘We spend the morning picking wildflowers in the field near the one-room schoolhouse. When the sun is high, we find a shade tree, spread out our Navajo blanket, and share a salad of organic arugula and some rosemary bread I baked. You wear a picture hat and a linen romper. I bring my banjo and play all your favorite Woody Guthrie songs. In the evening, we smoke hand-rolled cigarettes and drink whiskey from a jam jar. When the whiskey’s gone and we’ve smoked our last cigarette, we make love on the back porch with only the light of the fireflies to see each other by.’
(via paintitanycoloryoudlike)
I’m standing on the corner of West and Tremont breathing in humid city air watching the taxis pass. I can see the park across the street all green and lush. It’s goodbye. Goodbye to everything I have come to love and hate in this city. The loud car horns all hours of the night, the constant commotion, the people, little coffee shops, being anonymous. I remember when I first moved here I hyperventilated on this very corner feeling like my world was ending; with constant sirens and the lack of familiarity it was all to much. I was scared to walk in the commons at night after my class, when in reality it ended at 7:30. It’s crazy to think that now I walk around all hours of the night without a care.
I’m going to miss the people I live with, we’ve grown so much. I cant even fathom the fact that it’s been 9 months. I feel like I just moved here a week ago, and yet here I stand. I’m at the corner of West and Tremont again, not hyperventilating. I’m now feeling the pang of sadness that this is all coming to an end. Maybe I’ll never walk these streets again. Maybe I will. Who can say?
(via sexandstoners)
I’m angry. This is how I state my feelings, because I cannot process them any other way. It’s sad that I have to lay my feelings this way but this all I have to give.
I have two options. Neither of which I am particularly fond of.
Litrogen- a powerful drug that can lead to death, liver and kidney failure, and horrible complications that I cannot even fathom
Lithium- another powerful drug that takes away emotions, organ failure, and as my doctor described to me the inability to have children once on it.
So yeah, not exactly thrilled with my life at this moment.
(Source: cowboywithdaddyissues, via springinsalzburg)
Some paths are not clearly laid out for all to see. In taking chances, we run the risk of failure and ultimately a crisis of faith. I love the labeled path; the one that lets me know how my life will alter by choosing the well paved road. Yet, here I am on the precipice of a life-altering choice and I feel the need to take the rocky, and hazardous one. For the next three years and beyond I will alter my life and experiences based off a long said prayer. I should be scared to leave everything I know behind, but my hand is steady and my heart is beating at a normal pace. There are two paths; one where I know the end destination, and the other has a plot twist that will not be shown until much later down the line.
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.”-Robert Frost
