Perhaps her sin was so extreme that it could not be forgiven; perhaps her pride was so great that she did not need forgiveness. She had fallen from that high estate which God had intended for men and women, and she made her fall glorious because it was so complete.
I have so much of you in my heart.
Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
Why should you worry about the future? You don’t even know the present properly. Take care of the present and the future will take care of itself.

halestotheyeah said: Some new years resolutions twentysomethings can actually follow?

thefrenemy:

1. Wash your bedsheets.

2. Spend half as much time feeling sorry for yourself as you spend doing something about it. 

3. The word “twentysomething” describes your age. Stop using it as a crutch to describe your limitations. The economy is shitty, healthcare is hard, and college loans are steeped. Still: you’re not a goddamn Time Magazine thinkpiece. You are a person who steers your own ship. Start being a captain.    

4. Maintain a saving account that you can survive on for 3 “i’m fucked” months.

5. Take a leap. If you don’t do something you’re scared of now, you’re wasting your mortality.  

6. Get back to doing some of the things you loved before all of that noise drowned it out. 

7. You are an adult. Learn to drink like one.

8. Be fucking nicer. 

9. Maintain your: friendships, fridge, and gmail folder

10. Stop underestimating yourself.

Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
Come lay with me. I wanna talk about nothing with someone that means something.
I hope one day
Your human body
Is not a jail cell,
Instead it’s a sunny
2pm garden with daisies
Thriving because of
Self love.
you know you’re fucked when those late night thoughts start hitting you in the middle of the day