"Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history. No purpose of place. We have no Great War, No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won’t." — Tyler Durden
"So I guess love is when we eventually lay together in the darkness, and have our ten minutes of cuddles, then both roll to our own side of the bed because neither of us can sleep while cuddling unless we’re drunk or sad and right now we’re sober and happy. You touch your big toe against mine under the sheets and we fall asleep just like this; far enough apart to fall into dreams, but pressing together regardless."
"People tell you all the time that you are impatient. And you know you are. You know that you are filled with nothing but desire, and are often incapable of understanding the great privilege that is being you in this very moment. But it is only because you love, because you love so much that your very heart hurts and you don’t know what to do with it. You want everything to go from 0 to 60 immediately because 60 is the only place you feel truly comfortable, and everything else just feels like foreplay. You know that impatience is the mark of immaturity, of ungratefulness, of petulance. And perhaps you really are all of those things. But for now, you only know that you are waiting. You are waiting for the city, the job, the person that will make everything feel at once instantaneous and somehow pleasantly slow. Because when you’re finally able to slow down, that is when you’ll know you are happy."
Because there is no such thing as middle ground. You are either decidedly one or the other, and if you hang on the fence to avoid the revolution, you will be cast into the pits of rabid dogs along with those heathens, the Hot Cocoa People.
Where You Are Most Comfortable
Tea People: You are into all things knit and cozy. Your ideal setting is curled up next to a window during inclement weather, inside some sort of makeshift fortress made entirely out of blankets you purchased on Etsy. You are all about the journaling, the feelings, and the way a nice cup of Earl Grey adds a distinct tinge of refinement to even the most frat boy-esque activities. As long as you are somewhere which is highly Instagrammable, there is no limit to the amount of time you can spend in the fetal position.
Coffee People: There is but one word for you: Cafés. You’re just chomping at the bit to get yourself over to an unnamed city in Europe where you can sit for hours on end, watching people walk by in their terrible tourist clothes, leaving strategic coffee stains on the pages of A Moveable Feast. You will always have a soft spot for the tiny little spoons they serve with the espresso (it thinks it’s real cutlery!), and you don’t even notice the brown tooth stains anymore.
Your Dream Partner
Tea People: Let’s not mince words here: You want someone British. Culturally speaking, you’re not straying too far from your drink of choice, and would be happy for a little Benedict Cumberbatch spread over a crumpet around four in the afternoon. You’re all about the cardigans, the charmingly befuddled mannerisms, and the accents. Always the accents.
Coffee People: I’m picturing an Italian dude that chain smokes and refuses to call you back, yet always shows up at inopportune moments and makes passionate love to you in your cramped European apartment. I would say his name is Paolo, but it could very well be Gianni.
Your Social Life
Tea People: Few things are more overrated for you than having an active social life. You see all the people who are constantly going out to these parties and bars and Roman orgies and you’re like “Really? Haven’t they heard of Dr. Who?” You’re not really trying to get crazy and social, you’re more about curling up with your aforementioned blankets and hanging out with your myriad feelings. Also, if you do end up getting dragged to a house party, you are most likely going to be found in the corner, hanging out with the family pet and trying to talk to it.
Coffee People: You are a fully charged battery, prepared to handle the loud noises and activity of the daily grind. You’re completely comfortable in a boisterous coffee shop filled with the sound of coffee beans grinding/morning people chattering, and you’re even capable of engaging in socializing with a barista if the opportunity for small talk arises. When night falls, you are looking for the cool local chef who was this close to getting a spot on the Food Network and having a tasting in between shots of fair-trade espresso. You’ve got shit to do.
Your Professional Life
Tea People: When people ask you what you’re planning on doing with your life, you generally curl up into a small ball à la Roly Poly and cry softly to yourself. You have way too many books you plan on reading — and Tumblr posts you plan on reblogging — to consider things in terms of “career.” You are not really upwardly mobile, professionally speaking, but that’s okay. You’re just figuring things out. You’ll get to it. It will be fine.
Coffee People: You are all about stabbing your coworker in the back to get one sweet, sweet rung up that corporate ladder. You have not yet encountered a meeting you wouldn’t attend fifteen minutes early to set up coffee and donuts for everyone. As long as you’ve had your morning cup, you’re good to conquer the world. If you don’t get it, however, you’re most likely to tear a coworker’s esophagus out on the way to your cubicle for breathing too much in your general direction.
Tea People: Basically becoming some extra from Harry Potter who reads tea leaves and tells every other person that they’re going to die within the week.
Coffee People: Switching to tea because, if you don’t, you’re going to have a heart attack by age 35. All of us succumb to the “tea people” lifestyle, it’s just a matter of time.
— by Chelsea Fagan from ThoughtCatalog
"I want to see new things with you, to wander alongside you with our eyes as wide as children’s and our hearts just as free. I want to walk next to you down roads we’ve never walked on before and hear words we’ve never heard spoken before. We will touch things, taste things, and it will all be new. You’ll be new, and so will I."
I am starting to wonder what/who I am to you.
“There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between summers was gone.”
I am not so sure anymore. I think I need some guidance and courage.
At the end of the day, all of us just want to feel wanted… and needed.
Felt like there is a need to document today - 25th January 2013. Other than it being my very last day of school, I had my very first road accident. I hit a car from the back, or rather more like a light bump… Anyway this accident made me appreciate and be grateful for my father. He was the first person I called and he told me calmly to take some photos of the car and the particulars of the driver. When he came home from work, he brought me to meet the driver hoping to settle the case. He did not reprimand me for my carelessness, instead he simply said “accidents happen”.
I really don’t know what I’ll do without you… thank you for everything papa! xx