|14th Jun 2013✧03:225,731 notes|
“Until I stumbled through the doors of ADMN 222 on a Monday morning at 9:20 AM to learn the perpetually unsatisfying definition of postmodernism, I was missing a sense of self. And though I may have not discovered my ultimate duty as a human being in this society, through this course I have found tangible evidence that finding a purpose is not worth tearing up books, or ripping holes in my sheets, or spending thousands of dollars on this liberal arts bullshit to find out what that purpose is. My journey, just like postmodernism, has no existing limits. And though I am nowhere near even the first steps of my path, I will say this; I sure as hell am a better reader because of all this madness, and I even heard that I’m a little more well-liked.”
|14th Jun 2013✧01:341 note|
goodbye campion, here’s to one last night of dancing around in my underwear to fleetwood mac!
"It took me ages and ages to reason it to myself. I find it very hard to be selfish. I just decided, I’m going to move to London, I’m going to be really selfish, I’m going to get all the instruments I want, all the noises and lyrics I like, and make all the music I can, because everybody’s got to express their vision, and no two people are the same. I could happily go and die if I could say, “I did my best, I made my sacrifices.” It’s as basic as that. If I hadn’t done this, I would sit in my rocking chair at eighty-five, with my grandchildren on my lap, and say, “Sorry, I didn’t have the guts.” I’ve become selfish now, believe me. I’ll go out to the flower shop and buy flowers just for myself. It’s outrageous, isn’t it?"
|13th Jun 2013✧20:596 notes|
please read In Cold Blood by capote its my favorite book ever
I will add it to my list! Because obviously I trust you.
i’ve accepted that my summer is going to consist of:
- getting really high really often
- working my shitty job
- playing with a baby (but she’s not really a baby anymore i guess now that she says “yeah”)
- reading books suggested by my brilliant professor, coffee shop book-enthusiasts, and my lovely intelligent friends