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"I would kill for you. I would die for you" would you take a break for me? Would you sit down and rest? For a day, a week, a year? Would you let others take care of your needs for me? Would you let yourself be held for me? By me?
“Many young Americans think that to know themselves they need to find themselves, and they hold the naive belief that if they could just strip off everyday life like layers of an onion they would reach their true core, unadulterated by other people’s expectations and the distractions of a fastpaced world. They believe that they have a true core, an essence, and that it sits inside of them waiting to be discovered, and that once they find it they will know whether they ought to be a doctor or a lawyer or a philosophy professor. Sometimes these young people go to Europe and work their way through Mediterranean countries picking grapes, confident that their true self will emerge somewhere en route to Italy. But people who believe that the self is like an onion and their true self is its core have not spent much time in the kitchen. Peel an onion down to its core and all you will find is air. You are not an untouched core. You are and will become the sum of your commitments, your choices—moral, intellectual, and practical—they amount to much the same thing in the end. To find yourself, don’t dig under the surface of your life. Look at what you actually do, at what you come to care for, at what you fight to defend. Look at the small choices you make every day in the classroom, in the way that you read and interpret and argue, and the big choices will sort themselves out by themselves.”
— 2003 - Tanya Luhrmann | Aims of Education | The University of Chicago (via hoursofreading)
— i love you much(most beautiful darling), E. E. Cummings
ex friends are like. last time i remembered you i got so angry i almost crashed my car. i still think about your laugh whenever i see one of your favorite scenes on the show we used to watch together. you made me cry 3 years after we last spoke. i think of you on your birthday. you are a part of some of the best memories i have of my life. i hate you.
Somewhere in the world, there is a tree that sprouted the same day you were born and has been growing along with you.
Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World
Six N. Five / The Japanese Garden
Mary Oliver, from “the fourth sign of the zodiac” published in Blue Horses
ordinary things, s.t
[ID: no more dirty dishes in the sink, no more proving myself to people, no more five year plans, no more of my pitched up voice, no more sandess. i want to live. i want to curl up in a warm bed with the sheets up to my nose and the hand of someone i love on my forehead and be told everything is alright when it isn’t. i want to be ugly and bitter and embarrassing all day and then fall asleep knowing that i am loved, that tomorrow i will be loved again. i want to wake up with light creeping into the room from the gap under the door, just ordinary light, and hear someone singing in the kitchen, just an ordinary song, because it is an ordinary day, on which nothing important will happen, except ordinary things. End ID]
feeling like maybe. i can only access love through fiction.
bro is love actually real. guys is it real. guys is love actually real tho.
the sky is wonderful
Credits: l.luvhee on ig ; rai on we heart it
I will succeed in due timing. nothing worth having is easily obtained. I know I have what it takes to create the life of my dreams and I am confident that I have ample love and support to fall back on when I need it.
