The Internet
Who cares what you really look like, your profile says whatever you want.
(Source: mindwork.su)
(Source: cat-titude, via tmblg)
If you don’t want anyone to know about your existence, you might as well kill yourself. You’re taking up space, air.
—Dave Eggers ”A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius” (via jamesnord)
(via bendelaney)
I just figured it out. There is consumption and creation. When I do my cycle of checking Tumblr, FB, Email or flip through channels looking for something interesting, it is like snacking on junk food when you’re not hungry. It means it’s time to contribute, dufus. Get off your butt and give something of yourself. Create something to help someone, or at least express (which again is outward) yourself.
I believe we actually need time to consume and relax, but when you’ve had your fill, don’t keep looking for more crap to eat.
It was a nice week off. Of course, never long enough, never productive enough, never relaxing enough and mostly, never enough time with friends and family. All I know is, it was very much needed and I wish I could do it once a month.
Man, I’ve been feeling insecure and like I don’t deserve stuff this week. I don’t know why, but occasionally I feel like I’ve reverted back to my younger self. I don’t like that feeling. Been on a good track for months. Don’t want to lose it now.
There is never a sudden revelation, a complete and tidy explanation for why it happened, or why it ends, or why or who you are. You want one and I want one, but there isn’t one. It comes in bits and pieces, and you stitch them together wherever they fit, and when you are done you hold yourself up, and still there are holes and you are a rag doll, invented, imperfect. And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.
—Marya Horbacher (via loveishere)
