suppdel:

do you ever just crave someone’s presence? like you would literally be happy just sitting next to them. it could be completely silent and it would just be magical to be there with them.

(via ofhousehella)

At this moment in my life I feel like driftwood in the sea. I don’t really have a purpose and don’t know where I’m going. I’m floating and I’m going through with the motions but it doesn’t feel like I’m going anywhere. Sure I’m an RA for the last time of my life. Sure I have a job in my lab as a technician till September. But I feel the passion slowly draining from my veins. I don’t really know what I want to do with my life. I put myself in this path of going to grad school and getting my Ph.D in the biomedical sciences but that ship has sailed. I just realized in my senior year that I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t devote my life to the painful life of failure and tribulations of being a researcher. I thought I wanted to be a genetic counselor but that was a door I kept open for myself because I needed something to say in casual conversation. It’s hard. It’s hard since I just want to be happy. Deep down I know that I’m the happiest when I’m baking or working with student leaders. I just don’t want to admit it because I love science but it is emotionally draining for me to continue with it.

My boss tells me to go into the health field so I can make money. He says you can pursue your passions on the weekend but at least you’ll be financially stable. I’ve never been that type of person to want to work a job and be miserable just so I can have money in the bank. Money has never been a driving motive in my life.

I wish I knew. I wish I could be optimistic about my future but I’m slowly sinking in the harsh tides.

The way I define happiness is being the creator of your experience, choosing to take pleasure in what you have, right now, regardless of the circumstances, while being the best you that you can be.

Leo Babauta

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When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you’ll never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time.

Rick Warren 

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Life is a garden, not a road. We enter and exit through the same gate. Wandering, where we go matters less than what we notice.

Kurt Vonnegut (via likeafieldmouse)

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.

This is one of my favorite movies.

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Nothing will ruin your 20’s more than thinking you should have your life together already.

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Date someone who gives you the same feeling of when you see your food coming at a restaurant

THE REALEST THING I HAVE EVER READ

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benpaddon:

The phrase “words to live by” gets thrown around often these days, but these are absolutely words to live by.

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I’m trying to be more optimistic about my life

(Source: airows, via 10knotes)

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

Sylvia Plath (via stevenbong)

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Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via feellng)

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Sometimes I think I don’t deserve happiness. Sometimes I sit alone and wonder how I could’ve been different. Sometimes I wish I made smarter decisions. When I’m alone, my thoughts are consumed by all the mistakes that I’ve made. Today I had a brief talk with my boss and it reminds that I’m not good enough for science. I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing with my life and as much as I pretend that it’s not a big deal it gives me so much anxiety. I can’t go to sleep without feeling like I’m going to throw up because I feel like a failure. I can’t go one day without shedding a tear about how I’m disappointed in myself. I can’t believe I let this happen to me. I’ve sewn together a seemingly perfect compilation of a life but now I’m breaking at the seams. 

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