Art exists because life is not enough.
— Ferreira Gullar (via quilace)
It’s difficult when you’re 18 to 20, that period of life when you have to make that leap from childhood to whatever. I had a great childhood, but no matter how good or bad it is, childhood comes with a suspension of disbelief. Reality hasn’t set in completely. Then when you cross that threshold into adulthood, it’s shocking. I had a slightly unique situation where I was writing songs then that reflected that shock. Eventually it kind of wears off. You get little callouses, find other ways of looking at things. For me it’s a constant search for peace of mind, more than anything. I’m willing to look at any possibilities.
— Conor Oberst (via navillus-nylamme)
Nobody really cares about your accomplishments. That’s why you need to set your own goals and do it for yourself. Forget what makes your parents proud or what your friends like, what is it that makes you like yourself?
— My psych teacher (via trainhardrunfast)
Since the disintegration of her parent’s marriage she’d only love two things. The first was her long dark hair. The second was how easily she could cut it off and not feel a thing.
— on Summer Finn, (500) Days of Summer
My body craves for familiarity.
My soul searches for something lost.
My mind is cluttered with misnomers
and euphemisms I’m too afraid to say out loud.
All good things must come to an end.
If a woman writes about herself, she’s a narcissist. If a man does the same, he’s describing the human condition.
— Emily Gould (via art-and-fury)