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I'm Kristin. I'm 23. I'm neurotic, awesome, insecure, ballsy, opinionated and loving. I have the most amazing life.

Love (in no particular order): Josh (aka sagansapien), my fur children, veggies (especially asparagus), pumpkins, sunflowers, when books are perfectly broken in, documentaries, sociology, feminism, carl sagan, weeds, chickens, my amazing, world-changing beautiful friends, futurama, human rights of all varieties, red wine, old trees and hammocks

Dislike: intolerance, injustice, hatred and condiments, particularly mayo

Posts tagged "life"

To change one’s life: Start immediately. Do it flamboyantly. No exceptions.

William James

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read and all the friends I want to see.

John Burroughs

Wise, wise words.

(via barefoot-elephants)

Well yeah, and I’m sad, but at the same time I’m really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It’s like, it makes me feel alive, you know? It makes me feel human. And the only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt somethin’ really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good, so I guess what I’m feelin’ is like a, beautiful sadness. I guess that sounds stupid.

Butters Stotch in the “Raisins” episode of South Park

In three minutes, 98 percent of all the matter there is or will ever be has been produced. We have a universe. It is a place of the most wondrous and gratifying possibility, and beautiful, too. And it was all done in about the time it takes to make a sandwich.

Bill Bryson, “A Short History of Nearly Everything”

Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it.

Groucho Marx

Pretty optimistic for a man named Groucho.

When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.

John Lennon

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This is so freaking beautiful, and very Whitman

Our world hangs like a magnificent jewel in the vastness of space. Every one of us is a part of that jewel. A facet of that jewel. And in the perspective of infinity, our differences are infinitesimal.

Fred Rogers (aka Mr. Rogers)

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a great ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.
I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness—that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what—at last—I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate this evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.

Bertrand Russell

I was inspired to look up this entire quote after seeing it in part on tumblrpigeon’s blog. This quote so eloquently says so many of the things I much less eloquently think to myself.

We consider the animals to be lower, and to me, that makes no sense at all. If you look at a tree or a mushroom or a squirrel, it’s perfectly in tune with itself. It has no problem being exactly what it is, and it does what it’s meant to do without any complaints or problems. Because we create all these problems in being, we think we’re somehow higher than the animals. But it’s we humans who have a difficult time even caring for our children, or anything.

Jeff Mangum (via fuckyeahneutralmilkhotel) (via tomatoes-and-radiowires) (via allthebees)