Relax, Let go, Let Fly.

Questions of the night:

1. Game of Thrones is really Bloody…so.. Why do I like it so much?

2. Why did I have fake/real phone sex with a blocked number yesterday? I’m getting weirder and weirder by the day.

3. Do all girls panic and think they’re pregnant as much as I do?

4. When I’m in my childhood room…why do I sometimes get the feeling that someone is watching me?

5. What would happen if I met Christian Grey?….I realize he isn’t real…and in this question I’m admitting something very embarrassing but…at the same time I’m BRAINWASHED! That’s my story and I’m sticking to it…

6. Why do I need so much fucking reassurance from people? Am I that concerned I’ve hurt their feelings…or am I fishing for something?

7. When I move to New York will there be times when I literally cannot get out of bed no matter how hard I try? What if I’m just too fucking lazy?

8. Should I get a sugar daddy? I keep saying YES YES YES…and then laughing hysterically about it….but really…I need to think about this seriously. But I can’t without laughing.

9. Why am I so cold all of the time?

And lastly…

10. Will I ever really be an adult? When do you FEEL it?

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Life begins at the end of your comfort zone

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I really didn’t want to like “Girls” but….

” I’m not asking anything. I’m really not asking you for anything. I’ve never asked for anything I don’t even want anything. Okay? I respect your right to see and do whoever you want and I don’t even want a boyfriend…. So…I just want someone who wants to hang out all the time and thinks I’m the best person in the world and who wants to have sex with only me. And it makes me feel very stupid to tell you this because it makes me sound like a girl who wants to like go to brunch and I really don’t want to go to brunch and I don’t want you to like sit on the couch while I shop or like even meet my friends I don’t even want that. Okay? But I also don’t want to share a sex partner with a girl who seems to have asked for a picture of your dick. And also…I don’t want a picture of your dick because I live very near you so if you wanted me to look at your dick I could just come over and look at your dick!”

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The problems of failure are hard, the problems of success can be harder- because no one warns you about them. The first problem with any kind of limited success is the unshakable conviction that you’re getting away with something, and that any moment now- they will discover you. It’s impostor syndrome, something my wife Amanda christened “the fraud police”. In my case, I was convinced there would be a knock on the door, and a man with a clip board, I don’t know why he had a clipboard- but in my head he always had a clipboard- would be there to tell me that it was all over and they had come to get me and now I would have to go and get a real job. One that didn’t consist of making things up and writing them down, and then I would go away quietly. Get the kind of job I would have to get up early in the morning for, and wear a tie, and not make things up anymore.

- Neil Gaiman at UArts Commencement

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And I looked in the mirror and something said: ‘One should be all dead when one is half-dead—Nor ever mock life, nor every cheat love.’ And I did it looking there in the mirror—
Dear, have you ever understood?

- Spoon River

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You mean committed to it’s character work, right? Because he already is. Abed show him your Don Draper.

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