Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps to the past.
Alex (Emile Hirsch) in Into the Wild
You know, the one that gives housewives/full-time mothers a pension— wages for housework?
It’s ONLY A HUGE VICTORY FOR FEMINISM, SOCIALISM, AND WOMEN OF COLOR. Not a big deal or anything. Tumblr is mysteriously silent about this.
Someone teach me how to write without editing myself as I go along because the backlog of thought is already incredibly overwhelming and if I continue to reconsider every noun, adjective, and verb as it comes out the frustration is going to grow to be so insurmountable I‘ll never want to put pen to paper again.
There are some people who say things to me and I just can’t explain how obvious it is that what they’re saying isn’t what they’re saying. What do you want from me? There is something you’re trying to gauge that I can’t quite figure out and it irks me because, just like this that I’m writing, I want to tell you things straight up. I don’t write like this enough. Just the raw, bare thing simplified from the way it came to me. You ask me a question. You mention love. Perhaps the future. Usually the past. But it is all a formula. You want me to say something, react some sort of way. Say what you mean, dammit. I have enough worries — though small. I have enough mess. Enough lies to contend with. The next time you want to reach in your chest for something that isn’t there and wait for my response I will ask you, simply, “What do you want?” and I need you to tell me because there isn’t enough time to pretend. Pretending is ugly and the taste turns my spirit. Tell me what you want and I will tell you it expired. Hurry up.
Conditions are never perfect. ‘Someday’ is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you. If it’s important to you and you want to do it ‘eventually’, just do it and correct the course along the way.
Tim Ferriss (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Hahaha uhhhhh, NO.
A lo mejor lo que me faltaba era el momento de realización. No son ellos lo que me engañan, me engaño yo misma al comparar hombres de esta tierra a los que nunca fallan, nunca faltan.
La admiración es peligrosa. Tanto en la exaltación como en la desilusión que seguramente le sigue.
Seriously, get shit done. Stop talking about how bad you want to do it. Get up and start, its the only way you will finish.