Think Freely,Feel Deeply,Enjoy Simply,Love Fully.

I - love - you has no usages. Like a child’s word, it enters into no social constraint; it can be a sublime solemn, trivial word, it can be an erotic, pornographic word. It is a socially irresponsible word….Though spoken billions of times, I - love - you is extralexicographical, it is a figure whose definition cannot transcend the heading.

If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.

I want you to miss me. I want you to recognize me in your morning cereal and the voice of your favorite singer. I want you to wonder where I am when your fingers are stretched beneath your waistband, when you’re lighting up, when you’re tripping up the uneven step on your basement stairs. I want you to think of me when you look into your teacup and your rearview mirror. I want you.

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I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

I think the reason why twentysomethings are so fixated on age is because we feel a pressure to be a certain way at 23, at 25, at 29. There are all of these invisible deadlines with our careers and with love and drinking and drugs. I can’t do coke at 25. I need to be in a LTR at 27. I can’t vomit from drinking at 26. I just can’t! We feel so much guilt for essentially acting our age and making mistakes. We’re obsessed with this idea of being domesticated and having our shit together. It’s kind of sad actually because I don’t think we ever fully get a chance to enjoy our youth. We’re so concerned about doing things “the right way” that we lose any sense of pleasure in doing things the wrong way. Youth may be truly wasted on the young.

Complaining is stupid. Either act or forget.