I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
You can ask the universe for all the signs you want, but ultimately, we see what we want to see when we’re ready to see it.
I love you anyway-even if there isn’t any me or any love or even any life-
I love you.
— Zelda Fitzgerald, Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald (via introspectivepoet)
Broken Cash Machine - Modern Baseball
home alone on friday night, no better time for exercise and wishing you were still my girlfriend
I don’t want to be liked, particularly, I’d like to be understood.
We’re behaving like the worst thing we could possibly be is eighteen years old.