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Gonna take my life back one day

“Misty’s Nightmares 1 & 2”, Father John Misty


[Although I’m losing my collegiate life by graduating, in some sense, I feel like I’m getting another part of my life back. College was the last thing on the prescribed to-do list and everything on the current to-do list is up to me. Yes, even grad school next fall.]

Here’s a commencement address to myself:

Stop reading commencement addresses. Those speeches just give you more unrealistic expectations, whether for success (most sound like a Nike ad, “You can do it! You can make the world a better place! You can cure cancer, maybe if we keep saying it, someone actually will.”) or failure (“You’re a useless Millenial, just give up now, you spoiled impractical liberal arts major.”). And wasn’t one of your biggest undergrad revelations that expectations AREN’T reality (if anything, they make reality harder to achieve and less real) and furthermore, you make your own reality. So here’s the most real “real talk” speech you’re going to get: Your life is your life. You’re going to avoid many mistakes commencement speakers have warned you about, but you’re also going to make just as many that even these speakers aren’t aware of. And that’s a good thing, because no one should be able to write your future in a 20 minute speech and if they can, you need a better future in mind. 

I’ve finally made my peace with Edinburgh. I feel like I’ve soaked up as much as I can out of this city at this point in my life. I could leave tomorrow if I had to (well, except I haven’t packed anything!). Don’t get me wrong, I won’t complain about a few more weeks in this idyllic sunshine, but it’s nice to know that I’m ready to move on.

Also, please tell me that flat parties don’t exist in the “real” world. I really wouldn’t be upset if I never attended one again.

Young people in particular often self-reveal before they self-reflect. There is no eraser button today for youthful indiscretion.

She hoped Smoke was wrong about people being unknowable. She hoped that she could crack herself open like a nut and know herself, at least. Then she’d be able to start figuring out everybody else.

Bonnie Jo Campbell, from Once Upon A River (via wwnorton)

[Also, one of the best books I read last summer. I hope I can find another one just as good this summer.]

I love them both. Style and beauty come in my forms.

I love them both. Style and beauty come in my forms.

New Loch Tess post in which I find that the Wild West is alive and well in Edinburgh!
READ IT HERE!
*Photo by me, please respect this.*

New Loch Tess post in which I find that the Wild West is alive and well in Edinburgh!

READ IT HERE!

*Photo by me, please respect this.*

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When believing is hard but you go now/And you feel what you drag across the floor

The Tallest Man on Earth, “1904”

One of my closest friends here just gave me a graduation gift (albeit a bit early, I don’t actually graduate until next month) of Winnie the Pooh in Scots and this card. I agree with its sentiment. 

One of my closest friends here just gave me a graduation gift (albeit a bit early, I don’t actually graduate until next month) of Winnie the Pooh in Scots and this card. I agree with its sentiment.