I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.
— Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via escapist-ache)
Don’t sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.
— olgsss (via raysofthesun)
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
— The Winter of the Air (via coffeeurlgirl)
I know I’m tired of thinking about what I should have done yesterday. I know I’m just tired. If I knew what to do with my life, how to fix it up, I would have done it a long time ago.
— Walter Dean Myers, Dope Sick (via perfect)
I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.
— Oriah Mountain Dreamer (via perfect)
