The shock of the twenties is how narrow that window of experience really is, and how inevitable it seems both at the time and afterward. At some point, it is late, too late, and you are standing on the sidewalk outside somewhere very loud. A wind is blowing. It’s the same cool, restless late-night breeze that blew on trampled nineteen-twenties lawns, dazed sixties streets, and anywhere young...
I’m still writing about you and you haven’t read a word.– Travis Grandt (via loveyourchaos)
Dear Coquette: On what's wrong with you. →
dearcoquette: Dear Coquette, I’m in my second year of university and for the past while I’ve been feeling drained. I’m doing well in school and I make time to go out for drinks once in a while — I should be having a better time than I am now, shouldn’t I? What’s wrong with me? Nothing. I’m 25. I…
Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our past over and over again.– Buddha (via areyouhappyenough)