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It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.
Naguib Mahfouz (via setbabiesonfire)

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Something about going home always makes me have a quarter-life crisis.
I seriously started looking at jobs and grad school programs in semi-random things like architecture. 

I just don’t know what to do with myself.
I hate the interim.

Also, I clearly need friends and a hobby.

You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone….You’ll see when you move out, it just sort of happens one day, one day and it’s just gone. And you can never get it back. It’s like you get homesick for a place that doesn’t exist.
Zach Braff, Garden State (via uloveny)
Boy did it.
I’ll be interested in seeing how much changes between now and when I go back. View high resolution

Boy did it.

I’ll be interested in seeing how much changes between now and when I go back.

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1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.

2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.

3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.

4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.

5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.

7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.

8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.

9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.

10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.

Live. Live.

Live.

Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.

So this is home, I guess.I don’t know if it’s ever going to feel right to me. 
But I’m hanging in there. View high resolution

So this is home, I guess.
I don’t know if it’s ever going to feel right to me. 

But I’m hanging in there.

Oh, Syracuse, you’re stealing my heart all over again. I’m going to miss this place: the people, the school, the room. Time to pack it all away for now.  (at RACkerman) View high resolution

Oh, Syracuse, you’re stealing my heart all over again. I’m going to miss this place: the people, the school, the room. Time to pack it all away for now. (at RACkerman)

I just want loads of tattoos and nice underwear

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