new cute guy at work oh dear

I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated.

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Call a boy a gentleman and watch his shoulders straighten. Call a girl a lady and watch her spirit turn graceful. Humanity was brought into existence by God speaking words into the void of the universe. We tend to become what we are called.
The Medicine of Hope

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Get excited about the little things. About wearing a new outfit for the first time. About Sunday brunches with your best friends. About the new cute guy in your class. About finding an extra dollar in your pocket. About anything that even remotely makes you happy because as you grow up, passions fade and enthusiasm gets mistaken for foolishness. So don’t let the grey world stop you from shining.
note to self

(Source: c0ntemplations)

But I need to wake up somehow. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s best to get through the day half-asleep. Maybe that’s the only way to get through today.
Jay Asher  (via misswallflower)
Gone mad is what they say, and sometimes Run mad, as if mad is a different direction, like west; as if mad is a different house you could step into, or a separate country entirely. But when you go mad you don’t go any other place, you stay where you are. And somebody else comes in.

Alias Grace

Margaret Atwood

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I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.
Simone De Beauvoir  (via mllejasmine)
Religion is cultural mythology. Spirituality is self-awareness. The two have nothing in common.
Deepak Chopra

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It’s ok you know,
to be carried now and then,
strength too needs a rest.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.
Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)