“Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs.
I wonder how they feel tonight.”—Stephen Chbosky (via thechocolatebrigade)
Me two days later:YEAH WELL I MAY HAVE TRIPPED BUT YOUR MOTHER IS A PILL ADDICTED WHORE AND YOU'RE ON A FAST TRACK TO BEING A FAILURE JUST LIKE HER I HAVE A FUTURE TO LOOK FORWARD TO AND WILL AMOUNT TO FAR MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER DREAM OF
do you ever get that feeling when you’re laying in bed and listening to music and then all of a sudden you just want to get up and do something you just want to jump out your window and run and keep running until you find what you’re searching for
“My whole life has fallen through the divide between theory and practice. I never quite live up to what I’m supposed to be. I’m one of those women whom people call a dynamo, a powerhouse, that kind of thing. I practically raised myself; I’ve been working since I was in high school, supporting myself since college; I’m tough, I’m scrappy, I’ve got my own money; I don’t need nothing or no one. So whenever I get involved with some guy, he’s shocked to find out that I’m so human. I have such needs, a welter of needs-I’m like everyone else, only more so. I’ve been waiting for a break from holding it all together for so long that sometimes I just fall apart. And I always fall in love with these men who seem so sweet and angelic, gentle guys with softness and love. And then I’m shocked to find out that they, too, are human. They can be harsh, they can be mean, and sometimes I see them start to hate me for being such a sad girl, after all. We’re all hurt and disgusted by the bait-and-switch, like I never asked for this, where did that other person go? And heres what it comes down to: Most people would expect that my financial, artistic, and intellectual independence would be matched with an equal degree of emotional independence. But that’s not how it is at all. All my good, solid ideals, all my feminist principles, all my hardy beliefs-and in the end, I just go to mush.”—Elizabeth Wurtzel (via thechocolatebrigade)