“I Love You. Infinitely And Inexpressibly. I’ve Woken Up In The Middle Of The Night And Here I Am

I want to carpe diem but I’m afraid of embarrassing myself.

The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944–1947

Autumn is Gilmore girls and coffee.

Well time for another night of ugly crying to champagne problems.

may these memories break our fall

‘A Room with a View’ by E. M. Forster (published in 1908)

these violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die; like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume.

— William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet.

“That’s why high school, or a crappy job, or any other restrictive circumstance can be dangerous: They make dreams too painful to bear. To avoid longing, we hunker down, wait, and resolve to just survive. Great art becomes a reminder of the art you want to be making, and of the gigantic world outside of your small, seemingly inescapable one. We hide from great things because they inspire us, and in this state, inspiration hurts.”

— One of the best articles I’ve ever read. Rookie Mag. By Spencer Tweedy. (via wildyork)

RIP to the opportunities we missed because of shyness and low self esteem.

“If you’re reading this, if there’s air in your lungs on this November day, then there is still hope for you. Your story is still going. And maybe some things are true for all of us. Perhaps we all relate to pain. Perhaps we all relate to fear and loss and questions. And perhaps we all deserve to be honest, all deserve whatever help we need. Our stories are all so many things: Heavy and light. Beautiful and difficult. Hopeful and uncertain. But our stories aren’t finished yet. There is still time, for things to heal and change and grow. There is still time to be surprised. We are still going, you and I. We are stories still going.”

— Jamie Tworkowski