I wasn’t being a dick when I said she was deformed.

— Overheard on campus

You can’t have roots and wings.

— Sweet Home Alabama

interested in what i’m wearing on any given day? what about the things i’m pining over yet can’t necessarily afford?

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Cheryl Strayed, Wild | I’m always afraid, always playing that story on endless loop of the absolute worst thing happening. Unease and discomfort have been predominant feelings of normalcy in my life for one reason or another. This conquers every worry and fear of the very worst. This makes a better story to believe in. It creates survivors.

Cheryl Strayed, Wild | I’m always afraid, always playing that story on endless loop of the absolute worst thing happening. Unease and discomfort have been predominant feelings of normalcy in my life for one reason or another. This conquers every worry and fear of the very worst. This makes a better story to believe in. It creates survivors.

you know, when the movies show couples who basically only kiss and cuddle and hold hands and be cute together, they make you forget that there are other parts of life that still exist when you’re in love. like, sorry, i really love making out with you but i have homework and laundry and also i have anxiety so if i don’t do these things i’ll hate myself. even if we’re making out.

don’t believe the movies. but still look for love. because making out.

i don’t need you to decide what’s good for me. i can do that. i can decide it’s still not good for me and do it anyway. i can learn. i want a life that is unrestricted by boundaries made for me by others who are “looking out for me” and my “best interest”. my best interest is what interests ME best. you are an ornament on my life, and you can be a shitty plastic shiny ball that i replace after a year or you can be that $40 ceramic piece of meaning that hangs from the tree every year until i’m too weak to decorate anymore. i want to hike in the wilderness with little to no contact with my family. i want to travel to every single photograph i see that causes an endless craving within me. i want to be tied to nothing but my dreams. i can’t be told that it won’t happen. YOU won’t happen. this is my life and it’s going the way i want it to. YOLO in the most natural sense of the word. fuck anyone who says no. move on. i need a life that is as fulfilled by me as i am by it.

somewhatvain:

I want this. All of it. I want it so bad I could scream and rip every piece of myself off of me and escape my own body and run into every single one of these photos.

I need it.

I cannot explain this in any way except that I am completely and infinitely consumed by the vastness of nature. Of solitude. Of being completely alone yet surrounded by literal living things.

Do I like bugs? No. Hell no. I hate bugs and I’m deathly afraid of being bitten by a snake that’s red against yellow—you’re a dead fellow. I’m convinced the hungriest bear in the forest is tantalizingly attracted to my very specific human scent. I am bear treats.

But somehow that wouldn’t stop me. It hasn’t stopped me.

I crave this more than I desire any material object and more than I want to be Kourtney Kardashian. I want this more than I want my dream career. How could anyone not want this?

The power of the outdoors is overwhelmingly strong when it hits you from your own insides. There is a forest living inside me. There is a wilderness at home in my spirit.

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