“I feel my life is so scattered right now. Like it’s all these small pieces of paper and someone’s turned on the fan. But talking to you makes me feel like the fan’s been turned off for a little bit. Like things could actually make sense. You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that so much.” — David Levithan & John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson (via bookmania)
(Source: oh-the-places-ull-go, via loveoflondon)
i love shit like this
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“I miss you already… :( I tried to be strong and not text you so soon. To be honest I missed you as soon as I woke up and realized you were gone. Omg this sounds like a love letter…”
“Can you just get married already? I know exactly what I’d say at your wedding.” — Julie Lee
I am infatuated with the individuality of human existence.
Things that make me happy:
Ici
I’ve recently been feeling the need to explain myself. I’ve been having the urge to tell people about who I am, letting them get to know me, understand me, feel me, get me. But being the person that I am…..
I’m full of complications and even more contradictions. I feel one thing, but my brain tells me another. I’m convinced I know the deepest parts of me, but someone tells me something and I realize that that is who I am as well. I’m constantly reassuring myself that I know myself, but I’m forever finding new things to work on. It’s difficult.
How am I supposed to get you to see me when I can hardly see myself?
and then I read something like this…
Niki, you’re fantastic. Live in my pocket. Let’s have sleepovers & share secrets & bond over how crazy we are.
Yesterday was one of those rare opportunities for me to interact with people outside my usual Berkeley/LA bubble.
There’s a definite freedom associated with meeting new people that I enjoy. It’s that metaphorical clean slate, a chance for me to establish who I am unhindered by the preconceived notions about my personality. But why? Why do I enjoy that freedom? Is it a sign that I have become dissatisfied with how people view me? Does it indicate that I want to change who I am, to control my actions, and thus manipulate their view? But how can I possibly feel this way when I’m no longer even sure of who I am or want to be?
Despite the surprising amount of time I put into analyzing the characters of people around me, I hardly spend enough time reflecting on who I am as a person. Recently I came to a realization, or rather, I was reminded of something that I was told at the start of my senior year. It’s something about my personality that I didn’t take that seriously, but the label seems to be following me, and I’m not sure that it’s something I want to be associated with who I am. I think it’s affected me more than I expected it to, because as I was meeting all these new people yesterday, I started to wonder how my words and actions were shaping their perceptions of me. It was a strange moment of self-awareness (and consciousness) that I think it’s important to have. And yet…I’m not sure that I want it. To be completely honest, I’ve prided myself on the fact that I’ve largely lived my life doing as I please regardless of how people would perceive (read: judge) me.
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I feel like I have more to say, but I’m not quite sure how to say it.
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Things that make me happy: sunflowers.
They’re my favorite.