as usual chuck says it better than i ever could
“We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.”
—Chuck Klosterman
(via circeswildthings, stephaniehorn)
sometimes perfectly written pop songs are the only antidote to realizing you sacrificed a whole fucking lot to play second fiddle to someone who sucks significantly more than you but what else can you do but pound pbrs and dance around in your underwear while hes miles away?
“I’d Cap That” is the best app ever
God damn it
there went nothin, back to normal
Theres something about home that makes me feel profoundly sad every time I’m here. When I’m in Gainesville I yearn for it, crave the physical presence of friends who I don’t have to convince I have my shit together, never having to answer “Whats your major?”, even the half hearted attempts at affection I contentedly took on the chin from someone who couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge my existence once I hit the on ramp. Now I vacillate from one non-home to the other, my dedication to each waning in each direction. I want to be happy without looking over my shoulder. No reason to stay is a good reason to go.
"Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another — physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion. In equating physical beauty with virtue, she stripped her mind, bound it, and collected self-contempt by the heap. She forgot lust and simple caring for. She regarded love as possessive mating, and romance as the goal of the spirit. It would be for her a well-spring from which she would draw the most destructive emotions, deceiving the lover and seeking to imprison the beloved, curtailing freedom in every way."
Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye
(Source: myriadsubtletiess)
"And I don’t even want a boyfriend. I just want someone who wants to hang out all the time, and thinks I’m the best person in the world, and wants to have sex with only me."
-Hannah, HBO’s Girls
I didn’t think anything could trump Mad Men in my heart or brain, but Girls is the movie I’ve been trying to write for two years. Lena Dunham is a goddess.
