So relevant

It is as though we, as a society, have become addicted to fame, and hate the subject and substance of our addiction. We hate the famous for demanding our attention, even if they haven’t. We are angry that they made us drive a thousand miles to request an autograph, even when they didn’t. We are always growling, ‘How dare they treat us like that?’ even if they haven’t. And if any of this – the absurd attention itself, or the disdain it arouses within us – somehow that hurts or inconveniences the famous, what the hell? They have all the money and all the fame and they shine in the dark and feel good all the time, and they wanted this anyway.
—  Feel (Robbie Williams) - by Chris Heath



if we break up or stop being friends your secrets are still my secrets, i’ll stick to my word regardless

This is so important

When you see a spider and you’re like

So you go to kill it like

But it disappears and you’re like

So you look for it like

Then later it turns up like

But you are ready like

Then you try to kill it and it turns into a battle like

Then you get a good hit and it falls like

Then you look for it on the floor like

Then you see it dead and you like

Then life goes on like

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do.  I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too.  Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.
—  Frida Kahlo
Change is messy & unruly. Two steps forward/five somersaults back. Like speaking a foreign language when all you want is to blurt everything out in your native tongue. We’ll get to the other shore, I think, but this right here is a note from the middle, the messy middle. If you’re in the messy middle, too, you’re not alone.
—  Shauna Niequist, on instagram today

“I am the ground zero ex-friend you ordered
Disguised as a hero to get past your borders
I know when I’m wanted, I’ll leave when you ask me to
Mind my own business and speak when I’m spoken to
I am the tower around which you orbited 
I am not proud, I am just taking orders
I fall to the ground within hours of impact…
…My place may be taken but make no mistake
From a little black box I can say without shame
That you’ve lost, that you’ve lost
Do you know what you’ve lost?”