I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time…
Sylvia Plath (via infinitives)
muhleanuh.
"far from what i once was, not yet what im going to be."
all i want out of life is to see the world, surround myself with those who make me happy and do what makes me happy.
Sun Devil. Traveling. Yoga. Hot Tea. Writing. Mickey Mouse. Seinfeld. Learning. Johnny Cash. Sports. Optimism. Thinking for Yourself. Music. J.R.R. Tolkien. Philosophy. French. Chocolate.
me.
ask.
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