I ship it. I ship it so hard. And it hurts.

Skyping with this lady just makes me happy. Three weeks until we are reunited! #throwback #bestie #love #wisconsin #lacrosse #shenanigans

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I know something about dread myself, and appreciate the elaborate systems with which some people manage to fill the void, appreciate all the opiates of the people, whether they are accessible as alcohol and heroin and promiscuity or as hard to come by as faith in God or history.
Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem (via kate-mcbride)
I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage. I could taste the peach and feel the soft air blowing from a subway grating on my legs and I could smell lilac and garbage and expensive perfume and I knew that it would cost something sooner or later — because I did not belong there, did not come from there — but when you are twenty-two or twenty-three, you figure that later you will have a high emotional balance, and be able to pay whatever it costs. I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month.
Joan Didion, Slouching Toward Bethlehem (via duderonymusbosch)

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Patton Oswalt | A CLOSED LETTER TO MYSELF ABOUT THIEVERY, HECKLING AND RAPE JOKES

This is the best thing I’ve read about rape jokes and rape culture to date. Patton Oswalt addresses his own evolution of opinion on the subject and does so in a thoughtful and careful manner. Not to mention the fact that this is just smart writing. Read it. Trust me. 

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Those nights when you’re the one people reach out to…

I will never say no. Not ever. Not when I’m needed.

I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.
Joan Didion, SLOUCHING TOWARDS BETHLEHEM (via davidmatthewschultz)
It hurts to love. It’s like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.
Susan Sontag (via kidpretentious)