Only hang around people that are positive and make you feel good. Anybody who doesn’t make you feel good kick them to the curb and the earlier you start in your life the better. The minute anybody makes you feel weird and non included or not supported, you know, either beat it or tell them to beat it.
I like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much.
Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
I have read enough fanfiction to know where that is going
it’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.
Sometimes it’s a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
|—||David Byrne (via feellng)|