Inspiration Board

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

[creatework-blog]

It's You. It's Always Been You.

"Since when is forgiveness a better quality than loyalty?"

[fatgirlinohio]

Your power does not come from luck. Your power comes from you, and what you invest in it every day, in the work and the sweat and the giving a damn. That is what you carry around with you, even as you walk out of your fancy top job for the last time. That is what you carry into the next thing, and there will be a next thing, because you are good and because that’s what you do. That is your capital.

Rachel Sklar, “The Prettiest Girl at the Party: Jill Abramson and The New York Times” (via fatgirlinohio)

“I’m so glad you didn’t say you were lucky.”

(via datebynumbers)

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"Somedays I wish, like, God, I wish that being a teacher was enough for me. I wish that that made me happy. It would be nice to have some stability. I look at my sister who's teaching high school and will probably do that for the rest of her life, and she's happy, and making enough money. I wish I didn't need to do this, but here we are."

Nikki Glaser

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"do you want to wrap up in him? make him dinner? cheer him on when he’s high and carry him when he’s low? do you want to stay in and talk movies when you could be out with friends? does his laugh make you want to smile? do his fears make you want to be brave? is sitting quietly with him better than sitting anywhere with anyone else?"

Kelton Wright

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[keltonwrites]

If I could tell my 18-year-old self anything, it would be this: write it down. Write down everything because you will forget it. Keep it for yourself. Keep it on paper in leather-bound notebooks and stock pile them. Turns of phrases that haunt you, poems that rhyme too much and not at all,...

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Well, That Was Stupid

Around noon today, it became increasingly clear that the manufactured crisis that was the government shutdown is going to end the way everyone knew it would, with the Republican position collapsing.

To recap: some conservatives pursued a legislative strategy that failed and made their partyincredibly unpopular, just like everyone fucking said it would.

[keltonwrites]

You find yourself wanting chaos and flaws and challenges because that’s what makes life beautiful. That’s what makes life something to marvel at. The burned edges, the scars on your knees, the chipped paint, the weeds like flowers, those are the things that make stories robust and life worth living. You’re not ungrateful – you’re unfulfilled. So grab your cup and fill it up.

Dear DateByNumbers on CollegeCandy (via datebynumbers)

To craving chaos.

[newyorker]

“As we sat looking at the scorched earth that had once been Rabaa al-Adawiya, it was painfully clear that Egypt’s leaders had arrived at this moment by their own doing. For the Egyptian military, this was a catastrophe of choice.”

Joshua Hersh witnesses the deadly clashes in Cairo: http://nyr.kr/14Mc3E7 (via newyorker)

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An Ode to My MacBook

I have a knack for remaining intact. Despite some bruised limbs, a bruised heart, and bruised ego, I’ve remained in one piece. Like you, I’ve traveled the world. From airplane to airplane, strange bed to strange bed… I too have been discarded and treasured and loved and hated. Like you I’ve fallen. I’ve fallen in love and I’ve fallen on my face. Like you, I've needed some help. Like you, I’ve learned to become my only constant and my only safe. You are the key to my past, and my fuel for the future. You inanimate object, you old piece of shit, you hanging by a wire technological waste. Like you, I have a knack for remaining intact.

[keltonwrites]

you are bold, you are beautiful, you are dangerous.

I was 10, and I was a wood nymph.  I was wearing brown leggings and a brown turtleneck, and my mom had taken me to Michael’s to purchase plastic strands of fall leaves to wrap around my arms.  I wore shimmering gold lipstick and orange glitter around my eyes, the colors of fall.  We had been studying Greek mythology and I had taken a particular interest in the dryads. I was proud of my costume until approximately 8:27 am when anyone other than my mother saw it.

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words I can't say outloud

I could've loved you for the rest of my life. And you could have asked me to stay.

[icanread]

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"I know I should be feeling thrilled right now. I'm young...ish. I'm healthy...also ish. I'm alive. I'm a living breathing thing and really it's overwhelming how lucky I am. But yet every night I go to bed and have this gnawing feeling that what I got is not enough. Every morning I wake up hoping the feeling will be gone but it's not. Does that make me a selfish fucking ungrateful deusch bag?"

Orange is the New Black

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you're gonna miss me when i'm gone

"I got my ticket for the long way round. The one with the prettiest of views. Its got mountains its got rivers. Its got sites to give you shivers. It sure would be prettier with you.

When I'm gone, when I'm gone. Your gonna miss me when I'm gone. You gonna miss me by my walk, your gonna miss me by my talk. Oh you're gonna miss me when I'm gone"

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A life worth living.

[keltonwrites]

[creatework-blog]

I also think about all the things that happened because I wasn’t in love, because there was no one to ask me to stay. I think about blasting down a mountain pass on a bike the same weight as my cat. I think about how I moved to the Virgin Islands and raised $100,000 for kids before becoming a stowaway. I picked ‘shrooms and danced at a rave ‘til my shoes disappeared over the edge of the speedboat we took home. I made out with German journalists, Irish kiteboarders, ship captains and pool boys. I ran the southern perimeter of Manhattan at midnight. I rode on the back of a motorcycle through the streets of Florence as the sun came up, singing loud enough to hear it over the muffler, both hands in the air.  I got a cat, got an apartment, got a dye job, got a nose ring, got a tattoo, got a tattoo addiction, got a promotion, got a plane ticket, got a tan, got a blog, got a life. And it’s not that I couldn’t have done these things if I was in love, but it would have been different. It would have been safer.