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“The power of willful ignorance cannot be overstated. This is systemized cruelty on a massive scale, and we only get away with it because everyone is prepared to look the other way.”
This is the thing: When you hit 28 or 30, everything begins to divide. You can see very clearly two kinds of people. On one side, people who have used their 20s to learn and grow, to find … themselves and their dreams, people who know what works and what doesn’t, who have pushed through to become real live adults. Then there’s the other kind, who are hanging onto college, or high school even, with all their might. They’ve stayed in jobs they hate, because they’re too scared to get another one. They’ve stayed with men or women who are good but not great, because they don’t want to be lonely. … they mean to develop intimate friendships, they mean to stop drinking like life is one big frat party. But they don’t do those things, so they live in an extended adolescence, no closer to adulthood than when they graduated.
Don’t be like that. Don’t get stuck. Move, travel, take a class, take a risk. There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don’t lose yourself at happy hour, but don’t lose yourself on the corporate ladder either. Stop every once in a while and go out to coffee or climb in bed with your journal.
Ask yourself some good questions like: “Am I proud of the life I’m living? What have I tried this month? … Do the people I’m spending time with give me life, or make me feel small? Is there any brokenness in my life that’s keeping me from moving forward?”
Now is your time. Walk closely with people you love, and with people who believe … life is a grand adventure. Don’t get stuck in the past, and don’t try to fast-forward yourself into a future you haven’t yet earned. Give today all the love and intensity and courage you can, and keep traveling honestly along life’s path.
Relevant magazine (via cageofstars)
I was hunting through one of my tags and found this gem again. Looking at the date I originally reblogged it, I made a mental note of where I was in my life at that point. I was two years out of college, preparing to move back in with my parents due to finances. I didn’t have a job I loved and was panicked about how the hell I was supposed to get my life together. In my mind, I’d failed.
There are many conversations I’d like to have with my twenty-four-year-old self. I’d tell her that she hadn’t failed, only found career paths she didn’t want to pursue, something many adults never take the time to do (or admit). I’d remind her that she had already taken so many small, important steps towards becoming the person she wanted to be. I would want to tell her that something wonderful was right around the corner. But more than anything I would want to take her hands and tell her that, aside from all evidence to the contrary, she was doing exactly what she was supposed to.
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Does anyone have tips on taking your own advice? Asking for a friend.
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tfw you have plans but aren’t really feeling them and then they get canceled through no fault of your own and The Universe decides to further reward you with a new season of A Series of Unfortunate Events.
2019 ‘vibe’
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“There’s a particular sentence of Woolf’s that haunts me; I’ve written about it before, without managing to exorcise it. It appears in her novel Jacob’s Room: ‘It’s not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it’s the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.’
…In his autobiography, Leonard Woolf writes with pain and some bewilderment about the way in which complete strangers would react to his wife: ‘ … to the crowd in the street there was something in her appearance which struck them as strange and laughable … people would stare or stop and stare at Virginia. And not only in foreign towns; they would stop and stare and nudge one another – “look at her” – even in England, in Piccadilly or Lewes …’
Leonard makes the observation that these incidents tended to happen at moments when Virginia was lost in thought – when she had, in a sense, forgotten herself. There was something in her expression or comportment in those moments, which, taken with her unusual mode of dress, made her appear anomalous to people. Like her clothes, her manner marked her out as a woman who went out into the world without apparently caring how she appeared in it. And, as I would find out when I walked back from Canons Park station without giving my appearance a conscious thought, that is a risky way for a woman to proceed. A woman should never forget that whatever else she is, she is also an object.”
—Joanne Limburg, “What was Virginia Woolf afraid of?”
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Inktober Day 5 - No Basis for a System of Government
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Dreamt that I adopted a dog and bought a condo. Was v disappointed and confused when I woke up.
