“We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.”—Chuck Klosterman- Killing Yourself to Live : (via carmenmariah) & (via lalanii) (via stare-at-walls)
I’m taking the GRE in the morning, and I’m working on a little math review. I haven’t had to do any sort of math in 4 years and I’m hating this shit. I had a serious night of celebration after my last math (Calc II) class in college. Working math problems would be my hell.
The answers on the test look like this. WTF?
O If column A is greater
O If column B is greater
O If column A and B are equal
O If the relationship cannot be determined from the information given (This is a tricky little bastard of an answer, let me tell you)
I should have started working on this shit sooner. Story of my life.
I have nothing left to do. I have to kill 2.5 hours before I can get out of here. I’m searching for more tumblrs to follow like I’m an addict looking for her next fix. I’m hoping that will soak up some time. Keep your fingers crossed.
As he held her and tasted her, and as she curved in further and further toward him, with her own lips, new to herself, drowned and engulfed in love, yet solaced and triumphed, he was thankful to have an existence at all, if only as a reflection in her wet eyes.
“My god,” he gasped, “you’re fun to kiss.”
Tender is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via ermengarde)
“I found every single successful person I’ve ever spoken to had a turning point. The turning point was when they made a clear, specific unequivocal decision that they were going to achieve success. Some people make that decision at 15 and some people make it at 50, and most people never make it at all.”—
I’m curious how true this is. How much does it suck to think that you’re a second choice? And that you may be with someone who was your second choice? I think that I’ll always second guess myself when it comes to a partner, even if I’m in love with them. It’s what I’ve always done.