Desiderata
  1. humansofnewyork:

"What’s your biggest goal in life?"
"To afford to live."
(Chi Linh, Vietnam)

    humansofnewyork:

    "What’s your biggest goal in life?"

    "To afford to live."

    (Chi Linh, Vietnam)

  2. Everything I’ve ever let go of had claw marks on it.
    — David Foster Wallace (via kushandwizdom)
  3. ambivalentlyyours:

"Time casts a spell on you, but you won’t forget meI know I could have loved you, but you would not let me”- Fleetwood Mac, Silver Springs
(text submitted on instagram by @jessyka_t)

    ambivalentlyyours:

    "Time casts a spell on you, but you won’t forget me
    I know I could have loved you, but you would not let me”
    - Fleetwood Mac, Silver Springs

    (text submitted on instagram by @jessyka_t)

  4. magnoliapyramids:

I finally saw Joyce Manor tonight! Best show I’ve been to in a long time. They absolutely killed it and I’m incredibly happy right now.  See ya tomorrow, Asheville. Let’s celebrate my 22nd hard.

    magnoliapyramids:

    I finally saw Joyce Manor tonight! Best show I’ve been to in a long time. They absolutely killed it and I’m incredibly happy right now.
    See ya tomorrow, Asheville. Let’s celebrate my 22nd hard.

  5. And I, infinitesimal being,
    drunk with the great starry
    void,
    likeness, image of
    mystery,
    I felt myself a pure part
    of the abyss,
    I wheeled with the stars,
    my heart broke loose on the wind.
    — Pablo Neruda (via man-of-prose)
  6. Infinite Jest, Page 178: “Eviction”

    erasinginfinite:

    Found erasure poetry from David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest by Jenni B. Baker

    "Eviction" - an erasure poem from page 178 of David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest

  7. My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.
    — Warsan Shire (via wethinkwedream)
  8. shadowonyx:

6 of 12: “Anxiety”

    shadowonyx:

    6 of 12: “Anxiety”

  9. When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking
    your cup size, say A, hang up. When he says you gave him blue balls, say
    you’re welcome. When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble
    gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you’re a boy, explain that you keep
    your hair short so she won’t have anything to grab when you head-butt her.
    Then head-butt her. When a guidance counselor teases you for handed-down
    jeans, do not turn red. When you have sex for the second time and there is no
    condom, do not convince yourself that screwing between layers of underwear
    will soak up the semen. When your geometry teacher posts a banner reading:
    “Learn math or go home and learn how to be a Momma,” do not take your
    first feminist stand by leaving the classroom. When the boy you have a crush
    on is sent to detention, go home. When your mother hits you, do not strike
    back. When the boy with the blue mohawk swallows your heart and opens his
    wrists, hide the knives, bleach the bathtub, pour out the vodka. Every time.
    When the skinhead girls jump you in a bathroom stall, swing, curse, kick, do
    not turn red. When a boy you think you love delivers the first black eye, use
    a screw driver, a beer bottle, your two good hands. When your father locks the
    door, break the window. When a college professor writes you poetry and
    whispers about your tight little ass, do not take it as a compliment, do not wait,
    call the Dean, call his wife. When a boy with good manners and a thirst for
    Budweiser proposes, say no. When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
    When the boys tell you how good you smell, do not doubt them, do not turn
    red. When your brother tells you he is gay, pretend you already know. When
    the girl on the subway curses you because your tee shirt reads: “I fucked your
    boyfriend,” assure her that it is not true. When your dog pees the rug, kiss her,
    apologize for being late. When he refuses to stay the night because you live in
    Jersey City, do not move. When he refuses to stay the night because you live
    in Harlem, do not move. When he refuses to stay the night because your air
    conditioner is broken, leave him. When he refuses to keep a toothbrush at your
    apartment, leave him. When you find the toothbrush you keep at his apartment
    hidden in the closet, leave him. Do not regret this. Do not turn red.
    When your mother hits you, do not strike back.
  10. whatismgmt:

    Do u ever wanna punch urself in the face for procrastinating and ruining ur life

  11. Finally back on my anxiety medication 🙌

  12. darshanapathak:

    Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything

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