Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun - drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn’t your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don’t play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn’t a work of art. Your room probably isn’t Selby material. Your life isn’t a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable.
Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit.
You cannot romanticize hurt.
You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won’t lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way.
And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film.
this was more useful than university
At this moment there are roughly 7,114,278,857 people in the world. Give or take.
Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day; others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good, and some are good struggling with evil. Seven billion people in the world, seven billion souls. And sometimes, all you need is one. One.
So next time you’re tempted to think that you’re just ONE person. Chances are … to someone, perhaps even to many - you’re the only one they need. The only one.
Take care of that. ♥ (143)
You can either sit down and be depressed by the darkness of the night, or stand up and appreciate the beauty of the stars.
Freedom (n.): To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing.