quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again.

joan didion (via oscarprgirl)

How I feel about Chicago

Writer Alice Munro once described your early 30s as “an age at which it is sometimes hard to admit that what you are living is your life.” I think that’s hard at any age. What gets easier with each passing decade, I suspect, is not comparing yourself to how other people are living their lives. As I age, I fully intend to give fewer and fewer fucks about how I’m supposed to be, or when I’m supposed to accomplish certain things. It frees up head space for the sort of creative thinking I’d rather be doing. Munro, of all people, should understand that this is a skill that takes time to acquire. She published her first collection of short stories when she was 37.
Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life.
fire-dad:

The queen of America
No matter how great of a woman you are, you will never be good enough for a man who isn’t ready. I learned that the hard way.
ceehu:

jamesmdavisson:

Yesterday at Pride in Chicago.

the cop smiling at him though haha
Remember where you came from, where you’re going, and why you created this mess you got yourself into in the first place.

thatkindofwoman:

Do you want to create an emotionally stable life together and adopt a dog or nah. -nonelikerae

This is it. 

electrostaticlove:

Something I always remind myself…