“We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.”—Jonathan Gottschall, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human (via tatsandtriumphs)
“I learned to read on [Sherlock Holmes], and that book changed my life. I never knew you could live in your head this way, and the idea of this guy who, through his intelligence and his powers of observation, could make sense of the world. That was like a fantasy of consolation. I was like, Damn, I wish I could make sense of my world just by paying attention.”—
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”—The Little Prince (via femmeinnest)
The good news is that boyfriend’s been offered a teaching position next semester, thank fucking god. AND the male italian coworker who’s been sexually harassing me at work (and the other female coworkers) finally up and quit… HURRAY!!!!!!
So tonight.. my boyfriend confessed that he’s been unable, as of yet, to land a sessional/instructor job for the upcoming semester. And if he lands a teaching assistant gig, it will be huge drop in the bucket from what he’s currently earning.
There’s also the off-chance that he may *not* get the tenure teaching gig at UNBC, and, if these series of events unfold as per mentioned above, he’ll be on a plane flying back to South Africa by the end of December. Our relationship would be indefinitely over. Right now, I’m just hoping against hope and crying.
“I love you” means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you even when you’re in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. “I love you” means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.”—Jonathan Safran Foer (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
I wish…. as a drunk wish, that my boyfriend shared more of my interests (the silly ones, not the ‘life-affirming goals’ ones we already have in common), that he was more affectionate with me, and that.. other guys wouldn’t dare to hit/flirt with me because my emotional needs are already being met (but fyi, they are not ):