"She wasn't afraid of difficulties; what frightened her was being forced to choose one particular path.
Choosing a path meant having to miss out on others.
She had a whole life to live, and she was always thinking that, in the future, she might regret the choices she made now.
'I'm afraid of committing myself', she thought to herself.
She wanted to follow all possible paths and so ended up following none."
"I don't know what they are called--the spaces between seconds--but I think of you always in those intervals,"
-Salvador Plascencia-
(Source: redsuspenders)
tank girl
Circa Survive tattoo by Jessica Ann White (JAW Tattoos)
Carl Sandburg, “Dreams in the Dusk”
Graham Swift, “Learning to Swim”
polite pea
by keaton henson
HERE’S WHAT OUR PARENTS NEVER TAUGHT US
You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with…
(Source: katie-reese)
Drink a lot of milk. Grow up strong and healthy. Race all the boys on your street. Beat them. When they make fun of you because they’re embarrassed, start playing with dolls instead. Blame yourself. When you’re 15, go to your first party. Kiss a boy during a game of spin the bottle, even though you don’t like him. He’ll say you were a bad kisser, spend the next 2 years believing him. Blame yourself. Trust the boy that tells you you’re pretty after your 5th cup of beer. Pretend that his hands aren’t freezing fossils into your hip bones. Don’t ask him to be gentle. Let him leave when it’s over. Get dressed. Leave the party. Hold your own hair back while you throw up on the curb. Blame yourself. On your nineteenth birthday, stay in with your parents. Let them tell you they’re getting divorced. Have a nervous breakdown. Blame yourself. Go to college. Fall in love with a geography major who promises you the world. Pretend not to have secrets that have blown craters into your body. Love him back. Let him leave when he’s had enough of the moon. Blame yourself. Go back to visit your old house. Look across the street at all the boys you used to race back when you could get away with not wearing a shirt. Ask to race them again. Win. Go home with the one who used to pull your hair in 3rd grade because you beat him in kick ball. Believe him when he tells you he’s always liked you. Forget that he still lives with his parents. Ignore that you can do better. Say yes when he asks if he can call you. Wait by the phone when he doesn’t. Blame yourself. Race them again. Keep trying to let them beat you. Don’t realize that they already have. Repeat necessary steps.
72/365
(Jan 25)
(Source: alackofsubstance)
We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.
(Source: awslknda)
people on Flickr.
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.