…when you’re twenty years old and realize you legitimately look like neither of your parents.
My biological parents are welcome to reveal themselves any time they would like, now. And they can pay for college, right?
So basically I’m going to assume I’m the child of a spy, and she has no idea who my father is, and swapped babies in the hospital in 1992 because I would have the DNA of a particular subject of interest my mother was involved with, so she couldn’t have me around as proof they had a child… and I’m living the life of some random midwest girl, where, in all reality, I am the love baby of a European badass.
“Maybe I’m not intelligent enough, either. It’s really frustrating to be someone who is genuinely interested in things, but perhaps lacks the intelligence to directly contribute to any sort of meaningful intellectual discourse.”—Marie Calloway (via disazn)
“It’s a uniquely American prudishness. You can write the most detailed, vivid description of an ax entering a skull, and nobody will say a word in protest. But if you write a similarly detailed description of a penis entering a vagina, you get letters from people saying they’ll never read you again. What the hell? Penises entering vaginas bring a lot more joy into the world than axes entering skulls.”—Author George R. R. Martin (A Song of Ice and Fire.) Interview published in May 2012 Rolling Stones Magazine. (via gunslinger)
“Your body gets full, but that message that your body’s full takes 20 minutes to travel from your stomach to your brain. It takes 20 minutes before you know that you’ve already been full for 20 minutes. First of all, what a douchebag your body is that it takes 20 minutes - what’s taking 20 minutes? If I stub my toe I know it immediately and that’s twice the distance!”—Louis C.K. (via kim-asterisk)
“…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’”—Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via shesanargonaut)
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via imagefree)