“I’m in the middle of a divorce. People call me the Nazi, and it’s not because of my ice blue eyes. I spend 12 hours a day carving people up, and I like it. I have a child, and I have no room for casual anything. I’m angry all of the time and deeply confused because a lot of people in my life have let me down recently. One of them was me. It’s devastating, but not completely, because it turns out I like sleeping crosswise in the bed and not having to shave my legs. My 3 year old used to be potty trained, and now he isn’t because his father no longer lives with us and his world no longer makes sense, and the only thing he thinks he can control is his bladder. So he urinates in a lot of places you wish he wouldn’t urinate. … you want lunch or you want to show me the scan?”—
“I remember one morning…
getting up at dawn…
there was such a sense of possibility!
You know? That feeling?
And… and I remember thinking to myself:
‘So this is the beginning of happiness…’
‘This is where it starts!’
‘And, of course, there’ll always be more.’
Never occurred to me
it wasn’t the beginning,
It was happiness.
It was the moment…”—Virginia Woolf (via fragilethought)
“But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain…I was drizzle and she was hurricane.”—john green