I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.
(via heart-vacancyyy)
Source: buddhacoffee
Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.
(via lissyelle)
Source: rosemarygeorge
It almost feels like a joke to play out a part
When you are not the starring role in someone else’s heart.
You know I’d rather walk alone then play a supporting role
If I can’t get a starring role.
Marina and the Diamonds - Starring Role
Grieving
This has been weighing heavy on my mind, and I just wanted to get it out there. I work in an assisted living facility, so I’m basically working with elderly residents. Needless to say, I am all too familiar with death and dying. Because we celebrate everyone’s life to such a large extent, it’s never been too big of an issue, as depressing as it can be.
Things are different when you start to get attached to a resident and their family.
One of the residents to whom I was closest just passed away, actually on the day before Easter. She was the sweetest woman, never had a bad thing to say about anyone, and always had a positive outlook on life. She had moved in a while ago with her husband (there 65th wedding anniversary would have been three days after she passed away) and they quickly became dear friends of mine because of their humor and demeanor.
It’s been hard dealing with their family too, because they sometimes feel like my own family. I can’t stand to see them suffering. But the hardest thing, and the reason I’m even writing this, is what the husband said to me one morning.
He looked at me and said, “Ben, don’t ever fall in love: it hurts too much.”
I don’t know that anybody has ever been that candid with me. It hit me hard. But you know what? I’d like to believe that another saying is true: ”It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.” I’ve never been in love. I’ve never had someone that cared for me that much, or that I’ve cared for likewise. But I’m a hopeless romantic and I just hope that both of those sayings might come true some day.
In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?
Source: fckyeaharthistory
This weekend, I had the absolutely amazing opportunity to visit the school of my dreams and, hopefully, get a glimpse of my life for the next four years.
Friday, I attended an exclusive event for the “best and brightest” of my class.
“The admission committee believes that you have the dedication, experience, and vision to succeed at Parsons and beyond. Truly, you are the best and brightest of our incoming class of Fall 2012.” - Excerpt from the invitation email.
I quite literally have no words to describe this night. I am so incredibly grateful for the opportunity I was given to meet my peers and future colleagues. My “new best friend” is a spit-fire kind of girl all the way from Sydney, Australia. Dakota, practically my sister separated at birth and another photography major, I can tell already will be an amazing friend. I met people from Israel, Turkey, Asia, and of course so many from at home in the states including Texas, Ohio, New York, and even my state of Massachusetts.
What was incredibly surreal to me was the opportunity to speak with people from the admissions department, including the Director of Admissions, Carolina Wheat, herself. I could not thank her enough for, first of all accepting me, but also thinking highly enough of me to include me in with the “best and brightest.” She was such a grounded and approachable woman and I have nothing but the highest respect for her and the rest of the faculty that I met.
And this morning I attended the larger accepted students day. If nothing else, listening to the faculty and students speak today cemented in my mind the drive to attend Parsons. I know the next four years will be challenging, but if I play my cards right, I know that I can make it the opportunity of a lifetime.
You know you have a best friend for life when she texts you this picture accompanied with the message:
“Good workout tonight Ben!!! You’ll have abs like mine in no time!”
Oh. My. God.
I can’t even.
But SERIOUSLY. Can we all just please appreciate this for a minute?
Edit: This picture is not mine. Found it on Google!
For someone, someday.
“Call it a curse or just call me blessed:
If you can’t handle my worst, you ain’t getting my best.
Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt?” - Nicki Minaj
