-Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via larmoyante)
-T.B. LaBerge // Things I’m still learning at 25 (via tblaberge)
When a boy tells you he loves you, doubt him. Narrow your eyes and look at him with suspicion. Stop talking to him for three days and stop answering his texts. See if he grows tired of you. Or bored. If you find him making a phone out of tin cans and string, that means he’s trying.
On your first date, wear a lace bra and see-through shirt and see if he treats you like a body instead of a person. See if he can even look you in the eyes. See if he talks more than he listens.
Take him to a bar and watch what he does when he thinks you aren’t looking. See if his eyes undress every saint and sinner in the room.
See how patient he is. Use your lips and your hips and your hands. Bring him within an inch of lust and take it away. See how he responds.
When a boy tells you he loves you, ask him how much. If he tells you in texts of size 12-point font, ask him to tell you again in person because you’ll want to remember this moment. You’ll want to know how his voice falters and shakes, how he fumbles for words. You’ll want to remember the exact rhythm of his heaving chest when he tries to explain that pieces of you have made a home in his lungs.
And so if he arrives at your door, and throws the words in your face, deadpan, you’ll know that not even God could bring them back to life.
-"When a Boy Tells You He Loves You" (via typewriterdaily)
I wonder if I ever caught someones attention. Even if I was just walking among the crowd, I wonder if they wanted to get to know me or anything like that.
Moderator: All right…
Will McAvoy: And yeah, you… sorority girl. Just in case you accidentally wander into a voting booth one day, there are some things you should know, and one of them is: There is absolutely no evidence to support the statement that we’re the greatest country in the world. We’re seventh in literacy, twenty-seventh in math, twenty-second in science, forty-ninth in life expectancy, 178th in infant mortality, third in median household income, number four in labor force, and number four in exports. We lead the world in only three categories: number of incarcerated citizens per capita, number of adults who believe angels are real, and defense spending, where we spend more than the next twenty-six countries combined, twenty-five of whom are allies. None of this is the fault of a 20-year-old college student, but you, nonetheless, are without a doubt a member of the WORST-period-GENERATION-period-EVER-period, so when you ask what makes us the greatest country in the world, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about! Yosemite?
Will McAvoy: [pause] We sure used to be. We stood up for what was right. We fought for moral reasons, we passed laws, struck down laws for moral reasons. We waged wars on poverty, not poor people. We sacrificed, we cared about our neighbors, we put our money where our mouths were, and we never beat our chest. We built great big things, made ungodly technological advances, explored the universe, cured diseases, and we cultivated the world’s greatest artists and the world’s greatest economy. We reached for the stars, acted like men. We aspired to intelligence; we didn’t belittle it; it didn’t make us feel inferior. We didn’t identify ourselves by who we voted for in the last election, and we didn’t scare so easy. We were able to be all these things and do all these things because we were informed. By great men, men who were revered. The first step in solving any problem is recognizing there is one. America is not the greatest country in the world anymore.
Will McAvoy: [to moderator] Enough?
-Opening scene of The Newsroom (via wordsthat-speak)
here is what you do: Move on quietly. Love yourself