I no longer force things. what flows flows, what crashes, crashes. I only have space and energy for things that are meant for me.
(via heavierthanearth)
I don’t feel guilt at being unsociable, though I may sometimes regret it because my loneliness is painful. But when I move into the world, it feels like a moral fall – like seeking love in a whorehouse.
- Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
“Everyone you meet always asks if you have a career, are married or own a house; as if life was some kind of grocery list. But nobody ever asks if you are happy.”— Heath Ledger
(via backtolost)





