My 15-year-old self
walked into my café, yesterday;
ordered a raspberry white mocha,
“It’s my favorite,” she confessed,
“I know,” I smiled; and
she didn’t seem surprised.
Instead she commandeered
the table in the corner —
the one all loitering writers crave,
We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.
— Carson Mccullers (via spookywitchling)
Hurl yourself at goals above your head and bear the lacerations that come when you slip and make a fool of yourself. Try always, as long as you have breath in your body, to take the hard way–and work, work, work to build yourself into a rich, continually evolving entity.
— Sylvia Plath (via mindful-madness)