Douglas Coupland, Girlfriend in a Coma
(via eft)
"But I’m glad you’ll see me as I am. Above all, I wouldn’t want people to think that I want to prove anything. I don’t want to prove anything, I just want to live; to cause no evil to anyone but myself. I have that right, haven’t I?"
— Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy (via thechocolatebrigade)
"We feel that to reveal embarrassing or private things, we have given someone something, that, like a primitive person fearing that a photographer will steal his soul, we identify our secrets, our past and their blotches, with our identity, that revealing our habits or losses or deeds somehow makes one less of oneself."
— Dave Eggers (A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius) (via overdoseofsastisfaction)
At what point in our lives do we stop blurring? When do we become crisp individuals? What must we do in order to end these fuzzy identities—to clarify just who it is we really are?
This one is for capucha
Self Concept by *LifesDestiny on deviantART
Reminding myself of this right now while feeling kinda bitchy (though I swear I did what I thought was right - just waiting for other people to figure it out/appreciate the honesty)…
"People always say how you should be yourself. Like your self is this definite thing, like a toaster or something. Like you know what it is, even. But every so often, I’ll have, like, a moment when just being myself, and my life, like, right where I am, is, like, enough."
— Angela Chase, “My So-Called Life”
