Jeanette-ic Disorder

That moment when you turn 26 & 1/2, look at your choices, accept the reality that your life is in disarray and has been unmanageable for years, and realize that if you don’t pull your shit together soon, you’re going to be in the exact same position when you’re 30… 

“The primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation, but thoughts about it. Be aware of the thoughts you are thinking.”
— Eckhart Tolle   (via lovequotesrus)

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“Reduce intellectual and emotional noise
until you arrive at the silence of yourself
and listen to it.”
Richard Brautigan, ”Karma Repair Kit: Items 1-4”  (via pavorst)

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“Sex for the sake of sex alone has little appeal to me because it seems like a ceremony whose meaning has been forgotten.”
— Mark O’Brien, On Seeking A Sex Surrogate 
“I keep myself on fire
to keep you from
coming too close.”
reasons behind jumping off tall bridges, Emma Bleker  (via stolenwine)

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“The beauty you see in me
is a reflection of you”


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“As I grieve the loss of someone or something dear to me, I also grieve an aspect of me that inevitably dies with that association. Whether it is the loss of a relationship, a creative project, a job or a longed for dream. The person I was, in relationship to that person or thing also seems to go. Though the loss may be painful, holding on potentially creates more pain.”
— Unknown, the Soulful Woman Facebook page (via creatingaquietmind)

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“A passionate woman is worth the chaos.”
— (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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“If this was us meeting for the first time, I’d do it all again. The fucks, the fuck-ups, everything.”
Skins (2010)

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Broadway and spring


Broadway and spring

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Man pursues you relentlessly -> in spite of your resistance, you give Man half a shot, and start hooking up -> you tell Man, point blank, not to fall in love with you — that you’re not interested in anything serious with him -> Man is confused and somewhat disappointed, but takes what you say at face value and attempts to respect the boundaries you’ve set -> the oxytocin kicks in, and you begin to develop feelings for Man -> you refuse to admit this to yourself, let alone Man -> at the same time, Man — taking into account what you said in the very beginning — tries harder and harder to stave off emotional investment, and treats you in kind -> you freak out, accuse Man of not caring about you or your life, and tell him you can’t sleep together anymore -> Man is baffled and upset, but gives you space, as you asked him to -> you become more and more upset that Man is so willing to let you just walk away, convince yourself that if he really gave a shit, he’d chase you/work harder to win you back, and begin to ignore even his friendliest, most casual/benign attempts at contact -> Man starts courting new girl -> you go totally ape-shit -> you and Man have horrible fight, and don’t talk for a month -> you try to hook up with someone else… it fails epically, and you finally realize/accept how bad you miss Man — how much you want him, and always did -> you have a hysterical meltdown and write him a three-page apology for everything you ever did to hurt or confuse him -> Man accepts your apology, tells you to come right over, fucks your brains out, and then expresses that he’s still intent on pursuing new girl -> you take it… because you think you deserve it after you fucked up so  bad -> you try to play it cool when you see them together, even though you secretly bristle on the inside -> you move out of state, partly to escape this whole dramatic mess -> you come home within 4 days because — let’s face it — escapism never works -> you text Man to let him know you’re home -> Man completely flips out on you, repeatedly accuses you of trying to fuck with his head, and basically tells you to stay the fuck away from him -> several hours later — around midnight — Man texts you a quote: “We are never so vulnerable as when we love.” 

…What is going on? How do I find myself embroiled in this shit?

I’m exhausted.

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via seabois)

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“Being with him was like floating in the sea and then suddenly realising how terrifyingly far from the shore you are.”
sometimes joy feels a lot like anxiety // charlotte geier (via my-h-e-a-r-t-s-not-in-it)

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