Floating through these weeks. Can’t tell if I’m in a state of euphoria or if it’s just plain carelessness.
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And what do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
— Sylvia Plath (via pleasantwandering)
They warn you about killers and thieves in the night.
I worry about cancer and living right;
But my momma never warned me about my own destructive appetite.
I worry about cancer and living right;
But my momma never warned me about my own destructive appetite.
— Jenny Lewis (via karoon)
