The relationship ended with the same feelings one has on waking from a nap on a very hot summer’s day:confused, grumpy and still exhausted
You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.
They call me coffee cuz I grind so fine
They call me coffee I keep you up past 2 am
They call me coffee because I’m really bitter and most people don’t like me without changing some aspect of what I am
Mental illness is like fighting a war where the enemy’s strategy is to convince you that the war isn’t actually happening.
Michael Creese, Vintage Air (2014), oil on canvas.
I’ve often seen people share that quote, something like “getting married at 22 is kind of like leaving a party at 9:30.” This does not offend me. I agree. I left with the hottest and funnest person at the party and we picked up a pizza on the way home and are snuggled up watching Mad Men together, and everyone else is still at the party getting super wasted and barfing on themselves and making regrettable decisions.
I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. He taught me that if you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good. Hot is no good either. White hot and passionate is the only thing to be.
When people treat you like they don’t care, believe them.
Why do you put your self esteem in the hands of complete strangers?