that's how it is on this bitch of an earth

→ Jan 2012

I just saw a pretty girl at the coffee shop that I’m reading at and I kept looking at her kind of maybe hoping that she might look at me too and then I’d look away and we could go like that for a minute or something and then she got her coffee (to go so then my plan of maybe walking by or something was foiled) and as she was walking out she smiled at me and in my head I thought about maybe chasing after her outside (but not in a creepy way) and saying something - I don’t know what, maybe it would come to me like it never, ever does - and then I would have forgot my phone and wouldn’t have a jacket on and would be freezing so that in the event my stupid and not-at-all-thought-out plan didn’t work at least I would have a flawless exit strategy and could say goodnight and go sprinting back indoors. But she really did look so nice.

Except I didn’t do it and now I just keeping wishing I had.

it happens like this. when you notice someone who seems incredibly lovely, and how wonderful it would be to just go and say something smart and funny and charming, and end up talking for hours until you plan to meet again because you’ve really got to go, and maybe a movie on friday, and oh, there they go. don’t you ever wonder if maybe, to someone in the room, the person being noticed is you

→ Jan 2012 "When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on—series polygamy—until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter." — Tom Robbins (via slekes)

→ Jan 2012 "I’ve been trying to figure out who I am. I can tell you that when I stare at a room long enough, I’m nauseated at how disjointed everything looks - like a dollhouse with ugly furniture. I can tell you that I’ve been so tired lately, no matter how much sleep I get. There are thousands of worlds, universes even, inside of my mind, but I can’t tell you the names of the planets and the galaxies. I’m thinking of how I am, and I’m unsure of what the answer is. I’ve gotten terrible at articulating my thoughts, it seems. My words aren’t flowing. They’re stuck. I’m in a rut. These are my thoughts, but why do they feel so foreign? Where have I gone? I’ve hidden myself in a labyrinth with no end, but I wouldn’t be able to answer you if you asked me what I was hiding from. There are no monsters in my kingdom, but I still tremble in my dreams. If you’ve figured me out, or if you’ve found me, please let me know." — Unknown (via slekes)