What it is

Thoughts & whatnot.

Definition.

Tiresome.

We’re expected to define ourselves through our clothes, physicality, what we say, and who we select to spend our time with. We click “like” because we want people to see us for the things that we enjoy, not who we are. Social Networking seems to have taken all of the mystery out of definition. All it takes is a few words on a page and people think that they have you figured out. And the sad thing is, they probably do. We all strive to be unique because the truth is that unwavering individuality does not exist. 

All the while we are hurtling towards this goal: that which we do not want. First and foremost, I do not wish to be defined. I do not want to be trapped behind a desk. I do not want people to have any expectations of me. I do not want to be forced into deals with corporations. I do not want monetary musings to be my primary concern. I do not want to be told to stay in the same place. I do not want to be tied to one single person for the rest of my life. I do not want to be looked at like someone with something to say - because in the end, every idea I have has been articulated by someone long before me. 

So what do I want?

(via crilikesit)

(via crilikesit)

(via ache)

So wise, so true.

(via ache)

So wise, so true.

What about Luigi? Mario gets all the hoes

What about Luigi? Mario gets all the hoes

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.

Haruki Murakami (via laurataylor)