where i'll be

a collection of things that orient.
roypowell:

First impression, that microphone is ridiculous. 

my first impression: my friends are geniuses.

roypowell:

First impression, that microphone is ridiculous. 

my first impression: my friends are geniuses.

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I date my surroundings. They invite my curiosity, converse with me in interesting analogies, and when I need soft affection I duck inside the portals to find anyone, waiting to feel comforted, too - not hungry, thirsty, forgotten or alone. In this, I am satisfied.

You’re single because you’re single. It’s not because you texted too much or too little or waited 33 minutes to respond because he took 23. It’s not because you met up with your ex that night at 5 a.m. that no one knows about, or because you kissed another boy after a date with a loser.

You’re not single because you spit food on that date or tripped coming out the the movie theatre. You’re not single because you hurt your first boyfriend really badly when you were 15 or because you have yet, to this day, to apologize. It’s not because you were secretly jealous when your friend got a boyfriend or that a guy you dated for two months now has a really cute girlfriend and looks really happy. And you’re happy for him. But still ill that he found someone before you.

You’re not single because you slept with your ex boyfriend. You’re not single because half the world found out when you didn’t even want to remember it yourself. You’re not single because you think the guy your friend wants to hook you up with is ugly or not tall enough. It’s not because you’re not willing to put up with someone who doesn’t brush their teeth on a regular basis.

You’re not single because your standards are too high. Good for you for having standards. It’s not because you didn’t like that really, really good guy who wanted to take you on a date and you just weren’t feeling it. And it’s not because you like to wear pajama pants as soon as you get home and wash all the makeup off your face. You’re not single because you didn’t learn enough from the past or would rather chill on a Friday night with your blanket and a cold beer than shower, get ready, and go out. You’re not single because something is wrong with you.

You are single because you are single. It’s really as simple as that. You haven’t made the connection with another heart yet. You can get dolled up, dress cute, cut your hair, dye your hair, tweeze your eyebrows, put on lipstick and you may still. be. single. You can go out to a bar hoping to meet the love of your life and not find a damn one in the place attractive. And it’s going to remain that way until it’s time for you to find one. Stop hoping for it. Start living the life that you do have instead of wishing for things that you don’t have. There will come a time you’ll meet a boy and you’ll have to give up some of this single freedom you currently have. Start being more thankful. Start doing that now.

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Why You’re Single by Amanda Crute  

Yes. I am so very happy being single, and it took me long enough to realize it. Be in a relationship with yourself!

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1972projects:

1950: Mark Rothko’s White Center (Yellow, Pink and Lavender on Rose)

1972projects:

1950: Mark Rothko’s White Center (Yellow, Pink and Lavender on Rose)

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
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Sylvia Plath

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I think I’m going to get really into Sylvia Plath.

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The kind of friends who find the many unremarkably casual things of life transfigured into deep moments of joy, simply because they are shared with one another.
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Kinfolk Magazine, Vol. 3
“An Unremarkably Casual Thing” by Austin Sailsbury


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slaughterhouse90210:

“It really was such a shame, the way you could be so careful, and for so long, and then go ahead and undo it all in the end, as though nothing had ever been held together by anything at all.”—Johanna Skibsrud, This Will Be Difficult to Explain: And Other Stories

slaughterhouse90210:

“It really was such a shame, the way you could be so careful, and for so long, and then go ahead and undo it all in the end, as though nothing had ever been held together by anything at all.”
Johanna Skibsrud, This Will Be Difficult to Explain: And Other Stories