Transcendentalism.

I have this dream, that one day, you'll let me in.

thedarlingchild:

airwavess:

“i have a habit of wanting to rescue people from their boring wretched wasted lives and thrust them into enlightened forms of existence, sparkling and drenched in sun glares, but i really should stop assuming people want or need to be saved in the first place.  i seem to think that no one has thought to search for secrets in a forest, or found redemption in the windows rolled down, hands making tidal waves of air currents and weather patterns rushing by.  it’s like i want to think nobody knows about the brilliance found in barren beaches in winter, or what it’s like to lose your heart and eyesight in the blur of carnival lights.  it’s like i want to be this magic girl who takes you back to playgrounds at night and makes you stand on the edges of bridges overlooking dried up canals and expects you to feel something, but maybe you don’t feel anything, and that’s not your fault, but mine, for wanting you to so badly.  i want to teach everyone to waltz in dusty light in dim basements, to come out of comas only because of the color of the sky, to run through corn fields and to know as their own the wilderness in the hearts of horses.  but not everyone is banking on a wish, or walking on a dream, waiting for a line to be cast in their direction, not everyone writes messages on their hands or picks up strings off the ground, wears them around their wrists for secret meanings.  not every man who doesn’t wear his wedding ring has a reason not to do so, sometimes it’s just so your fingers don’t break.”

- cari ann wayman

Sometimes it’s nice to know that other people do this too.

I ordered a couple of Ayn Rand books (after shamelessly stalking Nicole’s book section of her facebook. Thank-you for Bukowski, by the way) and they finally arrived today.

After realizing they’re thicker than I expected, I opened one and found it to be about size 8 font. So now I have a feeling I won’t be sleeping much over the coming weeks, as I’m a sucker for a good book and find it near impossible to put down.

Sleep is just a substitute for reading time when you don’t have a book handy, right?

The McDonalds Analogy

postlove:

I know a girl who broke up with a guy and she told him she wanted to “still be friends.” He said, “No thanks.” She wondered why he couldn’t fall back to being just friends after they had a romantic relationship. I came up with the “McDonalds Analogy” to try and explain it in a simple way that would help all women understand this tough question.

Imagine if you went to McDonalds a lot and ordered a Big Mac Combo meal. A Big Mac, Large Fries and a Coke. You really like this meal. One day, you pull up to the drivethrough and order the Big Mac Combo meal and the girl tells you, “I’m sorry - you can have the Big Mac and the Coke, but you can’t get fries with that anymore.” You think about this for a moment, and sure - the Big Mac is the centerpiece of the meal, but McDonalds has some really good fries and you like their fries with your meal. So you say, “I’ve been able to get fries with that before, why can’t I have fries with my Big Mac combo anymore?” The girls says, “Well, I just think it is better if you only have the Big Mac and the Coke from here on out.”

At this point, a lot of guys are going to go to Wendy’s or BK and see if they can get fries with their combo at that drivethrough window. But there are some guys who REALLY like McDonalds Big Macs and they might think, “If I keep coming here and ordering the Big Mac and Coke, maybe she’ll change her mind and give me some fries with that later.” So they will keep on getting the combo without the fries until the deal breaker happens: One day that guy is going to order the Big Mac and Coke and then he’s going to pull up a little bit to pay, and someone else is going to pull up to the drivethrough speaker and order the “Big Mac Combo” and he is going to hear the girl say, “Would you like fries with that?”

That’s why guys don’t like to be friends with a girl who breaks up with them.

(Author unknown)

This is the best explanation I’ve ever read for post-relationship friendship.

Fucking Hell.

rentedsurroundings:

So I have an international friend. A dude from the US. We’ve never met. Just talked online. This dude knows a fucking lot about me. A fucking big chunk of my soul has been divulged into this little conversation box. And his too. Hours and hours of nonsense chat. Hours and hours of deep insight. Hours and hours of expression. It’s weird how someone you’ve never fucking met, can know so much about you. How someone you’ve never met, can be open ears without prejudice. Right now, this is the best advice, best words. I may be drunk. But a drunk mind speaks a sober heart.