The Pacific is my home ocean; I knew it first, grew up on its shore, collected...– John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley (via jamesbrandonoshea)
I don’t like to blame things on PMS. And I don’t know if it is the fact that I am (or should be) PMSing or the fact that you were gone for five days, but FUCK. This is not just your apartment. How many times do you have to be asked not to move other people’s stuff? Don’t stay in the bathroom with the door shut and locked for AN HOUR every morning. We are all just as busy...
We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us...– E.E. Cummings (via thatkindofwoman)
It was a good weekend when you’re still sore on Monday and have a feeling of complete content. Lovely.
We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at...– Eleanor Roosevelt (via prufrockslovesong)
Today is my 22nd birthday. Wow. When did I get this old? I swear I was just 18 two days ago. Time flies when you’re having fun. Here’s to many more!
Apparently as an only child, I am psychologically prone to be disagreeable and obsessed with my own personal achievement. Thanks for pointing that out.
When you come back to the apartment and I’m playing music, you don’t turn the TV on. And you don’t turn it up to drown my music out. And you don’t move other people’s stuff because you’re a psycho clean freak. It’s called communication. It’s called manners. I’m sick of schooling you and putting up with you.
It’s what’s for dinner.
Baby here we are again, ooh I can see it in your eyes, you want a good time You wanna put your body on mine Alright, but don’t change your mind, don’t you change it, oh no Oh yeah, you called me today, your ‘bout this way So don’t let this bus go to waste Oh no, where pleasure, pleasure island is where we can go No, I won’t think you’re easy, no, I won’t think you’re fast Your eyes saying...
Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be...– Bell Hooks (via mishproductions)
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast...– The Winter of the Air (via shattermybones)
Life is too damn short and fucked up to go through it silently loving someone...– Janis Joplin (via thatkindofwoman)
Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They...– Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country (via arpeggia)
I would like to live alone. Maybe have a dog or two. But without other people. I want to have my own space, my own things & do my own thing. I want to decorate a place the way I think it should look. I want to cook whatever I want. I want to be able to use the bathroom anytime I feel like it. Do cardio at 2am without bothering anyone. Play my music as loud as I can. Sit around with tea and a...
“I am so sorry,” the young woman said with compassion, and nudged the tissues...– “We Have No Choice: One Woman’s Ordeal with Texas’ New Sonogram Law” by Carolyn Jones in The Texas Observer. Today marks the 40th anniversary of Roe V. Wade. Jones will be on the show today to talk about her experience and the series of articles she wrote for the Observer about the changing...
Invading my space. I mean, Jesus. I was sitting in here quietly before you came in like a heifer and started banging around, using your printer, and doing all kinds of unnecessary things. Don’t you get it? I need my alone time. Why don’t you go hang out with one of the fifty guys you’re currently talking to? I would appreciate it. The library works, too. All I want is some...