My boyfriend and I decided what we’re gonna be for Halloween next year. Tobias Funke and Lindsay Bluth. He’s gonna wear denim cutoffs, tape curly chest hair on, and hand out business cards that say “analrapist.” I’m gonna drink wine all night and claim that its only alcohol if it sits out. I’m gonna wear a red shirt that says “slut” and a fake fur coat. We’re gonna ask where Maebe is all night. I’m already excited.
“To be a strong woman, to be a fierce woman, to be a true woman, to be a leader, to be truly powerful, you have to get to place where you can tolerate people not liking you. And know that when you actually do that, you have to fall back on your own moral imperative in your own moral trunk and say, ‘I don’t care, this is what I believe. This is who I am.’”—Eve Ensler, Beautiful Daughters (via sociallyconstructed)
I’m having a really lovely Sunday. I had a fun, silly, silly night with my best friends last night. Lots of wine was consumed, lots of games were played, crowns of shame were worn, shots were shared, pancakes were eaten at 4am. It was such a perfect college night. I woke up with a smile on my face.
Then I talked to my beautiful sister. She’s a freshman in college and having a stressful finals week. I felt like such a big sister talking to her. It warmed my heart. I developed my roll of film. I don’t really know what the negatives look like yet, but I’ll see tonight when I print my picture.
Then I had a chatty lunch with two of the girls that I went to Argentina with. We reminisced. I feel all nostalgic now, but content with the direction of my life. 33 days until graduation.
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being ‘in love’ which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”—St. Augustine (via cordura)
“They’re fucking gross, man. Look, I love beautiful girls too. I think everyone should be free to have their knee socks and their sweaty shorts, but I’m over it. I’m over this weird, exhausted girl. I’m over the girl that’s tired and freezing and hungry. I like bossy girls, I always have. I like people filled with life. I’m over this weird media thing with all this, like, hollow-eyed, empty, party crap.”—Amy Poehler on American Apparel (via tulletulle)