[Insert Wisdom]

Truth is I’m not really that into most social networking sites, or popular apps such as instagram, pinterest, etc…I don’t quite get them. I hate twitter. I see absolutely no point in it. First it’s just a glorified site for limited statuses, so of course by restricting how much you can say it makes it so you must express what you want to say more simply, and so I think it makes people even more idiotic. A huge craze right now is instagram. Okay yeah I have it on my phone, and every so often I’ll post pictures, but I’m not even that into it. It, for me, is kind of all talk no substance. I may stop using it all together. I don’t see that much of a point. Admittedly, I do like facebook quite a lot. It’s really the only one I really enjoy using. I do like tumblr, but sometimes I’m not sure why I use it as often as I do. Perhaps it’s because I love to write, and I can write very quickly on here about pretty much anything I want. 

Ultimately I’d much rather talk and get to know people in person. Hell I’d love to actually write a letter to someone. Letters are such a lost art. I’d love for it to be more common. Anyway, that’s all I have to say about that. 

I need to be smacked in the side of the head with this message. 

Now more than ever this song means the world to me. No one will ever know just how much this song means to me, but the fact that they will never know makes it that much more special. My life is changing in ways I do not yet know how to handle, but the one thing that has been constant is the inspiration to keep going. I could never, ever, express how grateful I am to this man right here. He has been one of those sources of inspiration. I am in love with him. Not in the typical sense of the phrase. I am in love with the meaning he has given me in my life. His lyrics have given me hope and the willingness to keep going. Someday, I hope I can find a way to thank him. 

(via emilyhurrell)

I love this man. He has been instrumentally important in my life on so many levels. 

say-quack:

Selected Essays, Lectures, and Poems by Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Model Millionaire by Oscar Wilde, Ex Libris by Anne Fadiman, A Mad Desire To Dance by Elie Wiesel, God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian by Kurt Vonnegut, The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde, Walden and Civil Disobedience by Henry David Thoreau, Self-Reliance by Ralph Waldo Emerson, Oblivion by David Foster Wallace, Brief Interviews with Hideous Men by David Foster Wallace.

Yeah, so, pretty much, I just found my reading list. Thanks again tumblr!

(Source: salamualaykum, via what-is-this-i-dont-even)

I’ve been wondering…with all my fears eliminated, would I be the same person? Would I like the same things? I’m finding out more and more just how little I know about myself, when I thought I knew everything there was to know. I guess I know “Kate, the fearful edition,” not so much “Kate the fearless.” I’m still finding out who that is. She is still a stranger.