i got 99 problems and society’s attitudes towards sex and sexuality is like 98 of them
(via tigerpup)
its getting warmer these days. socks are no longer a necessity. i choose iced over hot and flip through my cardigans instead of my pea coats. none of this is significant. this is a yearly occurence. but when i step out of my little blue house into the open air to join the swarms on the cracked sidewalk walking briskly to class, and my skin no longer tightens and attempts to wrap itself around my chilled bones, it reminds me of the inevitability of newness. why are we so scared of what we perceive as big changes, when our life is filled with them? they start out small, but its the minute reworkings of our days that accumulate in spring turning into summer into fall and september will always always come. so why do we shy away from packing up our sweaters and books and toothbrushes and taking off? i’ve began to question the comfort of a routine, of only buying the familiar box of cereal, of always taking your eggs over easy. because when it comes down to it, our lives are moving rapidly and changing by the second and where we’ll be in a year or five or ten or in seven minutes is not where we are right now. and most of these changes and vicissitudes are beyond our measure of influence in ways we cannot even begin to grasp. so i’m not advocating drastic measures. but imagine if you started small, poking a finger out of the box to test the air until stepping out of it seems achievable, even if it still scares you shitless. drop your leaves day by day and transition into winter. time keeps on moving on, and i think it’s time i begin to move on with it.
