"I wish to offer to your consideration some thoughts on the particular and general relations of man as a reformer."

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seethr0ughthelies:

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Is this coachella 2014

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Hard bodies.

Hard bodies
Soft emotions
So fast
So smart
The world is at your feet
But what about your heart?

“Grief when it comes is nothing we expect it to be. Grief has no distance. Grief surprises you in every possible way. You think that it is in some way ennobling—it’s not particularly. You think of it as an orderly process moving from intense grief to acceptance. And none of that happens.”

—   Joan Didion

Everday.

Is its own struggle. Taking it one day at a time is such real fucking talk. But how can reevaluation and peace truly come when each day an entirely unique set of predicaments unfolds?

I think I need a hug.

Having seen Blue Jasmine, this .gif just makes me laugh on its own. However, the idea to post it was sparked by my recent non-encounter with a certain someone while we were in the same cafe.

Having seen Blue Jasmine, this .gif just makes me laugh on its own. However, the idea to post it was sparked by my recent non-encounter with a certain someone while we were in the same cafe.

“When things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. It’s because a little piece gets lost — the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted to. The whole shape has changed.”

—   David Levithan

“This is just how I was afraid you’d take it. I knew it, that you’d think this means you were right to be afraid all the time and never feel secure or trust me. I knew it’d be ‘See, you’re leaving after all when you promised you wouldn’t.’ I knew it but I’m trying to explain anyway, okay? And I know you probably won’t understand this either, but —wait— just try to listen and maybe absorb this, okay? Ready? Me leaving is not the confirmation of all your fears about me. It is not. It’s because of them. Okay? Can you see that? It’s your fear I can’t take. It’s your distrust and fear I’ve been trying to fight. And I can’t anymore. I’m out of gas on it. If I loved you even a little less maybe I could take it. But this is killing me, this constant feeling that I am always scaring you and never making you feel secure. Can you see that?”

—    David Foster Wallace, Brief Interviews with Hideous Men

Untitled.

They say a quick way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Well, now I am sure the two organs have an inextricable connection. I saw the girl who held my heart for three years today after three weeks of being separated. Despite the somewhat reasoned and mutual manner in which things ended, our non-verbal encounter, sans direct eye contact, in a campus cafe as she was rushing out on her lunch break, made my intestines drop. My core is rattled. And it’s raining outside.

"Moving on is easy. It’s staying moved on that’s the problem."

I know things will never be the same, but I’ve learned no matter the unique factors of our bond—or our separation—the emotional roller coaster will be here with me for a while. And I feel it in my stomach.

Who knows why I am compelled, but expect a couple more Tumblr outpourings to come.

People support a leftist vision, even Republicans…that is, until they are reminded that President Obama is the standard-bearer for the leftist vision. At that point they proceed to drop a progressive agenda like it’s a ticking bomb. It’s senseless, perplexing, and very unhelpful. Gerrymandering makes it hard enough for the people’s will to be heard, but what makes it harder is that some people willingly remove themselves from the majority all because they find out that they’re in the same camp as the President. Le sigh.

Bonded by our passions?

One can’t truly connect with another until he truly knows himself. And boy are there times when I feel like I don’t know myself very well…or, more accurately, that within me there is no one yet of substance worth getting to know. This is no self-esteem issue, but more of a realization that—to focus on one crucial aspect of identity—I haven’t found a passion or a collection of passions that animate my life. 

Sure, I have my likes and preferences and interests, but is that enough? Is my essence as a person reducible to or captured by those alone? What do I stand for? What values and emotions underlie my give-and-take with the world? What excites me so much that I can talk about it for hours?

In some sense I think college and education are the search for a passion. Maybe that’s why I currently see my future clearly delineated by the educational pathways available to me: it’s a search for passion(s), for a cause to throw my vitality behind. I guess I’m not the only one on this sort of journey, but that said, I still feel I possess a less unified concept of self than others my age. Maybe that’s just shorthand for saying I feel like I am not making as many connections as other people—which could say a lot of positive things about me and my maturity? Or not.

Perhaps I should blame my incapacity to connect on something other than not knowing what fuels my fire, but I do think knowing yourself is key to offering yourself up to others. Perhaps all that remains or all that matters is just me learning to maintain the few and cherished connections I’ve made up to this point. Easier said than done, especially in this weird tech age that we grew up in.




"I guess when you’re young, you just believe there’ll be many people with whom you’ll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times."

— Celine, Before Sunset