There are young men and women up and down the land who happily (or unhappily) tell anyone who will listen that they don’t have an academic turn of mind, or that they aren’t lucky enough to have been blessed with a good memory, and yet can recite hundreds of pop lyrics and reel off any amount of information about footballers. Why? Because they are interested in those things. They are curious. If you are hungry for food, you are prepared to hunt high and low for it. If you are hungry for information it is the same. Information is all around us, now more than ever before in human history. You barely have to stir or incommode yourself to find things out. The only reason people do not know much is because they do not care to know. They are incurious. Incuriosity is the oddest and most foolish failing there is.
— The Fry Chronicles, Stephen Fry (via wonderingrocks)
Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
— Sylvia Plath (via wonderingrocks)
GO: going through my old diaries reminds me of how young i really was, i’m...
going through my old diaries reminds me of how young i really was,
i’m sure one day i’ll look back on my journals that i have written now, and i will say the same.
i know that i know hardly anything at all, i know
that the word is ever-changing and
the second you decide you hold any…
Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood.
— Mary Rakow (via loveyourchaos)
