“You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win.”—The People You Will Fall in Love With in Your 20s (Ryan O’Connell)
“In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again.”—Don Draper, “The Wheel”
Isn’t it weird how people change and grow apart and stop talking and then one day you see this person who you swore you were going to be friends with forever and you can barely think of a thing to say and then it finally hits you that somewhere along the way your friendship dimmed and you will probably never be close to that person again. I think that’s one of the saddest things I’ve come to terms with lately.
“And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.”—She was always holding my hand
“What college I want to go to. What career I want. What degree I want. You know what I fucking want? I don’t want any 9-5 job sitting around making money for some fat fuck that owns the company. I don’t want to spend 6 years of my life paying out money to an educational institution so they can cause me stress daily, for a piece of fucking paper that says I’m a master at some sort of bullshit, which then doesn’t even guarantee me a fucking job to keep a fucking roof over my head. I don’t even want a fucking roof over my head. I want the moon and the sun and the stars and the tops of trees to be what I look at when I go to sleep. I want mother earth back and to take a deep breath and smell grass and plants and animals, not the vapor that fumes endlessly from stacks in the sky and the cars that rule the ground. I want to tear down and dismantle the establishment I was born into. I want to protest and scream at the top of my lungs and change everything that is evil and cruel in this world. We are the generation of naivety, they are trying to keep us calm and sedated so we think nothing is wrong and there is nothing we can do, but fuck that shit. I want to give them hell fucking daily, make them wish they were never born and thought up this corrupt fucking system. Make them wish they never fucked with our generation and our planet. I want to do to them what they did to our earth, to our people, to our plants, to our animals, to our children. That’s what I want to be when I grow up. A mother fucking hell raiser. Bitch.”—Hannah Parypa
i’m a strong believer that not everything you do needs an explanation. if you want a tattoo, get one. if you rather stay home that night, it’s okay to miss that party. don’t forget that you’re living for yourself. you don’t owe anyone an explanation for your choices or preferences.
“Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, “Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look.”—Marina Abramović
“I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.”—James Frey