Find someone who has a life that you want and figure out how they got it, read books, pick your role model as wisely and find what they did and do it.
Lana Del Rey for MySpace (via justbelana)

We confuse obedience with destiny.
It’s called the “American Dream” because you have to be asleep to believe it.
George Carlin (via liberatingreality)

“If this is freedom, then what is prison?” - Viktor Koretsky, 1968


“If this is freedom, then what is prison?” - Viktor Koretsky, 1968

Would you ever consider yourself a somewhat "arrogant" person? Do you have an admiration for yourself, your looks, etc.?


I have an admiration for myself, not in the sense of an assumed superiority, but as praise routed in the extent of my discipline to empower myself and others.  This entails a significant amount of self analysis/priority, not as a product of narcissism, but in the basic awareness that realistically, I can only rely on myself to maintain desired circumstances.

I recognize the necessity in cultivating my will, rather than indiscriminately adhering to the will of others, either directly or in the systems of oppression orchestrated within our society.

I am comfortable with my looks to the extent that I accept what I cannot change.  I don’t mourn the structure of the organism that I was born with.


i’m either that person that talks too much when they’re high or I’m that person that doesn’t talk at all when they’re high there is no in between

The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for things like love, meaning, motivation, it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock. The most successful people recognize, that in life they create their own love, they manufacture their own meaning, they generate their own motivation.

For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday. And along the way, lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you.

Neil deGrasse Tyson (via liberatingreality)
Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via introspectivepoet)