Teenage girls, please don’t worry about being super popular in high school, or being the best actress in high school, or the best athlete. Not only do people not care about any of that the second you graduate, but when you get older, if you reference your successes in high school too much, it actually makes you look kind of pitiful, like some babbling old Tennessee Williams characters with nothing else going on in her current life. What I’ve noticed is that almost no one who was a big star in high school is also a big star later in life.
Mindy Kaling, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns)
I sit alone in my dorm room with my headphones on, letting The Kooks take me somewhere far away. It is loud in the common room and in these past few days I have become very aware of the fact that I will never fit in here but with these music flowing through my veins and my plans for the future in place, I also know it doesn’t matter. I set up calendars and schedule my meetings and know I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I am making my life my favorite place.
Understand it’s okay if you don’t keep the silent promises you made to yourself in the dead of night growing up. You are allowed to change. Change your views, change your beliefs, change your life. It’s okay if you’ve done things you never imagined or if you’ve strayed from the path you once plotted out. Life is nothing if not unexpected. Let yourself grow, let yourself blossom. Go out and discover the world in any way you can and, if you makw a few “mistakes” along the way, remember you are still growing. You are not perfect, quit trying to be. Learn to be human- learn to love it.
MK Ireland #102 : there is no set path to living
You’re twenty-one or twenty-nine and your heart’s been broken somewhere between four and twenty times—fetal-position-on-the-bathroom-floor broken, real-country-music broken—and you don’t know how you can ever be expected to go on like this for fifty more years and change.
Jade Sylvan, “You Know How Sometimes You’re in Your Twenties in America"
When you’re three, you don’t draw what you see—you draw upon your imagination. Nobody tells you to stop putting wings on people, unless you have a most unfortunate preschool teacher. You are intoxicated by your own magic.
UPDATE: We’re extremely excited to announce that Rebecca’s photos of Lola and Harper are one of 25 photo stories featured in our new book For Love, published by Chronicle Books! The official release date is March 15, 2016, and the book is currently available to pre-order at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Indie Bound.
“My friends laugh about how childish I am and how I need to grow up and just stop liking Disney. When I see Peter Pan and I watch the dad yell at Wendy and tell her she needs to grow up. I wish I could go to Neverland and never come back, but I know it can’t happen.”
“The way we work together has changed,” he
adds. “Whatever rapport we have as actors, we earned. It’s nice to be
able to play that without ever even feeling like you’re playing it.”
agrees. “Our relationship has definitely become a proper friendship
over the last few years. I think we’re more on each other’s side. We’re
more aware of the other’s needs, wants, concerns, and mindful to take
those into consideration— and just sharing more about our experiences in
the moment, under the sudden realization that we’re both in this
together, and wouldn’t it be nice if it were a collaboration?”
Choices come with mistakes
hand in hand
you mock me for hesitating longer
than you would have
yet when I choose the path
that you didn’t
you take my arm
push me along your road
instead of allowing me to trip
over the stones littering the one
I decided upon
maybe I’m alright with falling
maybe I want to climb a mountain
instead of swimming an ocean
you don’t have to carry me
like a child
or a doll
and if you still insist on doing so
I would hope you don’t give me the illusion
of letting me walk on my own
you see, that will only encourage
We were growing up. It was one of those moments when you could practically feel the adult pushing out, pushing forward into the world. Perspective suddenly existed where it hadn’t existed before. This was just the beginning of our lives—our lives, things that we were responsible for, things that we could control. It seemed all at once too big and too simple an idea.