“Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and write something you love, something to live for.”—Ray Bradbury was born on August 22, 1920 (via jesuisperdu)
You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an impeccable credit score. Anyone who expects you to do any of those things has no sense of history or economics or science or the arts.
You have to pay your own electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth.
in case you weren’t aware… i’m hangin’ in India for the next 5 months. I told myself all summer that i would write and journal and whatnot, but i must confess that i am struggling. i can’t figure out how to put my experience into words. i’ve never been much of a writer and i am seriously failing at a travel blogger.
Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots has become my Indian soundtrack, and I’m constantly thinking to myself how weird it is that i don’t feel weird about being here. Most days I feel completely normal about everything, even the garbage in the streets and men peeing on every wall in the city. My romanticized idea of some kind of spiritual, intense study abroad experience hasn’t hit me yet, and i’m kind of disappointed. I’ve done so many amazing things, and I’m so very happy to be here, but right now i just feel kind of MEH. Maybe this is just my way of adjusting and once I get settled in I will feel more moved by my experience. It has only been 16 days and i’ve got a hundred and some odd days left here to have the experience i’m yearning for. I may need to start doing some solo exploring and soul searching to get there, so cheers to that.
I was wondering why I wasn't following you!
& woah, you're in India until JANUARY?!
Hope you're having fun, enjoying life! (& the food, omgggggg.)
yeah it sucked to loose my blog right before i left! but its okay, the internet totally sucks here. Doing a whole semester! I’m loving it so far. How is adjusting to life at home going? I hear thats usually pretty rough.
“I think the reason why twentysomethings are so fixated on age is because we feel a pressure to be a certain way at 23, at 25, at 29. There are all of these invisible deadlines with our careers and with love and drinking and drugs. I can’t do coke at 25. I need to be in a LTR at 27. I can’t vomit from drinking at 26. I just can’t! We feel so much guilt for essentially acting our age and making mistakes. We’re obsessed with this idea of being domesticated and having our shit together. It’s kind of sad actually because I don’t think we ever fully get a chance to enjoy our youth. We’re so concerned about doing things “the right way” that we lose any sense of pleasure in doing things the wrong way. Youth may be truly wasted on the young.”—Why Do Twentysomethings Always Feel So Old | Ryan O’Connell (via juneandafter)