What’s the point? I ask myself that question everyday. I really don’t know. It’s a broad question, like what’s the point in showering or taking classes in college or of life? The age old question… Not even some of the greatest philosophers of our time were able to answer that question. I guess I’m a religious person. I mean I believe in something… But is the point of my life really to live a good life? What does that even mean, a “good life”? Sometimes I wish I didn’t have so many anchors in place. I’m stuck in the ocean afraid to loose the anchors… And I can’t really. But floating aimlessly towards land, or towards new horizons seem so alluring. I want to run away… Where I know no one and I can be no one….
Why can’t you be friends with guys? Like why is it ok for guys to have lots of girl friends whatever but guys are so fucking weird about being friends with girls if it isn’t going to “head somewhere”. There are so many cool people out there but as soon as they find out your taken or whatever they stop talking to you or act weird. Society is so fucked in that aspect. Double standards are fucked.
by Albert Camus (via loveage-moondream)
I don’t want words, but inarticulate
cries, meaningless, from the bottom
of my most primitive being, that flow
from my belly like honey.
A piercing joy, that leaves me empty,
by Anïs Nin (via riding-sorceress)