Elif Batuman On Feeling Like everyone Around You Seeming So Much More Formed And Opinionate.

sitting on the bus on a foggy morning and only thinking — is this, finally, my life? do i hold it with both hands? do i try to live?

Summer Front Porch by Janet Kruskamp

“Sometimes in late summer I won’t touch anything, not the flowers, not the blackberries brimming in the thickets; I won’t drink from the pond; I won’t name the birds or the trees; I won’t whisper my own name. One morning the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident, and didn’t see me—and I thought: so this is the world. I’m not in it. It is beautiful.”

— Mary Oliver, October (excerpt)

contrary to popular belief, what men think of you is honestly like the least important thing ever lol

jude law in wilde (1997)