Category: health

Fuck I’m almost 25

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/sarah-shanfield/turning-25_b_1596085.html?utm_hp_ref=fb&src=sp&comm_ref=false

If you’re slightly freaked out that you are 25 or are turning 25, read this article ^.

“If you are 25 or turning 25: TV can be really important to you.” Love this little slice. I was more excited about the Season Two premier of GIRLS than quitting my toxic ex job. This probably also has to do with the fact that GIRLS makes me feel better about my sometimes irresponsible, bat shit crazy, life decisions. The best part of the show and Lena’s raw/cool creative genius is that it reminds me how much I like where I am. This weird in-between. Confusing and heartbreaking and exciting and so so so happy. Even when I feel freaked out about getting old, these days are my best.

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x. hogan

#youngwildfree #chicagolivin #GIRLS #fuckim25 #weheartit

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this is your wakeup call

“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the “good life”, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.” Hunter S. Thompson

love’s got to do with it

i’ve been sick for the past two days and my beau has been taking extra good care of me. i’ve got this love sick (literally) puppy thing going on today and can’t seem to help myself. x.

“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.” -Rainer Rilke

bye bye baby-face

i’m 23. i think that means i’m in my mid-twenties. sometimes i feel mid-thirties. sometimes eleven.

“What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you are–underneath the year that make you eleven.
Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.
Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.”
Sandra Cisneros (Woman Hollering Creek: And Other Stories)