Teenage girls, please don’t worry about being super popular in high school, or being the best actress in high school, or the best athlete. Not only do people not care about any of that the second you graduate, but when you get older, if you reference your successes in high school too much, it actually makes you look kind of pitiful, like some babbling old Tennessee Williams character with nothing going on in their current life. What I’ve noticed is that no one who was a big star in high school is also a big star later in life, except athletes. For us overlooked kids, it’s so wonderfully fair.
I was never the lead in the play. I don’t think I went to a single party with alcohol at it. No on shared pot with me. It wasn’t until I was sixteen that I even knew marijuana and pot were the same thing. My parents didn’t let me do social things on weeknights because weeknights were for homework, and maybe an an episode of The X-Files if I was being a good kid (X-Files was on Friday night), and on extremely rare occasions I could watch Seinfeld (Thursday, a school night), if I just aced my PSATs or something. I had a great time in high school, but it wasn’t the high school experience you seen on teen dramas, where people are in serious romantic relationships, and hanging out in parking lots or whatever (isn’t that loitering?). I had fun in my academic clubs, watching movies with my girlfriends, learning Latin, having long, protracted, unrequited crushes on older guys who didn’t know me, and yes, hanging out with my family. I liked hanging out with my family! Later, when you’re grown up, you realize you never get to hang out with your family. You pretty much only have eighteen years to spend with them full-time and that’s it. So yeah, it all added up to a happy, memorable time. Even though I was never a star.
Because I was largely ignored at school, I watched everyone like an observant weirdo, not unlike Eugene Levy’s character Dr. Allan Pearl, from Waiting for Guffman, who famously “sat next to the class clown, and studied him.” But I did that with everyone. It has helped me so much as a writer you have no idea.
I just want ambitious teenagers to know it is totally fine to be quiet, observant kids. Besides being a delight to your parents, you will find you have plenty of time later to catch up. So many people I worth with—famous actors, accomplish writers—were overlooked in high school. Be like Allan Pearl. Sit next to the class clown and study him. Then grow up, take everything you learn, and get paid to be a real-life class clown, unlike whatever unexciting thing the actual high school class clown is doing now. I think our class clown is doing marketing in Warwick, Connecticut.” —Excerpt from Mindy Kaling’s Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (via coolchicksfromhistory)
Right Ho, Jeeves by P.G. Wodehouse (via classiclitquotes)
Really?? From what I feel like is…. how is our sex…. is any bit interesting?
or at least me. I can’t speak for anyone else.. but men, they seem to have the personality… or maybe again its just me; i’m addicted to the personalities of men. Two sides of me are waring…… my feminist side (women can be charismatic, humorous…. like those celebrities that we idolize so much….) and my addiction to personalities of the opposite sex… hmmm.
another amazing photograph….
I shivered as I walked away. I wanted time to slow down so I could process what I had just done. My feet were soaking from the receding snow. I was miserable, and I knew I was going to regret what I had just done. I could hear the distant chug of the train drawing nearer and nearer. I did not want to look back. I did not want to see my decision flash before my eyes. But as if my head were on an automatic gear, I found it less of a struggle but more of a yearning to see him one more time, I turned and saw it approaching; and I found that my heart had settled into an understanding as I closed my eyes, until there was a stillness and the quiet sound of the rural plains. I took a breath and continued to walk in my wet shoes, as I traced the smoke of the train ahead of me towards the limitless sky in my tear filled vision.
show me a place like this. take me to a place like this. and I’ll believe that such beauty and magic exists.
The worn out stone columns carved with intricacy and simplicity. The vines that wound itself on the columns, the gold tinted window frames that over look such a beautiful backdrop…..
take me away.
I see such beautiful photography… that photographers are able to go to such places… or even create such places to produce pictures that truly do have a 1000 words.
fuck. i want to amount to something when I’m older.
Valentino, I believe.
Just set me loose in an area where I can be free. A place where I can run, stop, and catch my breath whenever i want. There will be no pressure to keep up with anyone. I can say what I want, hell, I can scream what I want, and you cannot contradict me. I can stumble, and fall and make a fool out of myself, without you belittling me…
but maybe loneliness will catch up to me and I’ll realize that reality is not as bad as it seems to be.
Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.
food for thought…” —Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (via classiclitquotes)