Every time I’m in my room, I just think “I have a lot of stuff. Where the heck am I going to find enough boxes to pack? How am I going to take said boxes with me?” It literally exhausts me to walk into my room.
How the heck do people I went to junior high with find my twitter? Not even people I currently talk to know about my twitter. I constantly forget I have a twitter! I’m not connected to anyone or anything not fangirly related HOW WAS I FOUND?!
my writing professor (also known as one of my favorite people I’ve gotten to know since starting school) goes on a lot of tangets during class. today’s lesson was supposed to be about an essay we read for homework but she ended up sharing some random bits of wisdom with us instead.
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via paradoxicalsentiments)
“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.”—Timothy Leary (via creatingaquietmind)