i don’t want to go to school i don’t want to go to university i don’t want to have a career i don’t want anyone to expect anything of me ever ever ever i just want to sit in a cocoon of blankets all day every day sleeping and reading books because i don’t think i’m cut out for this whole ‘contributing member of society’ thing
Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
Wake up every morning and tell yourself that you’re a badass bitch from hell and that no one can fuck with you and then don’t let anybody fuck with you.
I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.
Being born a woman is an awful tragedy… Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars - to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording - all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night…
In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.