adjective: characterized by or exhibiting excessive vanity; boastful; thinking too highly of oneself. oh and if you disagree and don't think I'm better than you in every way, please by all means, let me know: vainglorious.sarah at gmail
it’s possible to feel like 20 emotions at once. or maybe that’s just a me thing.
it’s possible to call your mother at 11pm her time crying your eyes out on a sunday night and not be asking for anything but an ear.
it’s possible to be a constant contradiction. profesh as fuck but also someone who says profesh as fuck.
it’s possible to be able to manage and handle it all while also freaking the fuck out. it’s a coping mechanism.
it’s possible to love being single and hate being single all at once. to want love and partnership and help while also understanding that shit is hard as fuck when you have to worry about someone else.
it’s possible to feel as if your heart will burst with affection and appreciation for all the nice people praising you and also wish they would stop talking to you, stop complimenting you, stop burdening you with their expectations. i’m nothing special i promise. but also, goddamn i am the best.
it’s possible to doubt yourself hourly while also fully knowing it’s totally fine, you’re totally capable.
it’s possible to have emotional meltdowns in private and write weird lengthy tumblr posts and still be capable of keeping it together for your friends and family who are worried you’re about to snap.
it’s possible to ask for help and receive help and not feel guilty for it. i’m not sure how it’s possible as i’ve never been good at it. but i’m sure it is. i’m sure of that.
it’s possible that people will miss you and you family and friends and coworkers and clients aren’t lying when they say this. it’s possible that you will someday be able to accept that. until that’s a reality, it’s possible to not refute those claims.
it’s possible that everything is wonderful and still hurts so much.
it’s possible that you are beyond excited. and terrified.
it’s possible that you are a bit of a drama queen. and you like it so so so much.
possible and valid. stop beating yourself up girl.
My next 24 days. Also wtf is that Dubai background?
Chicago to Milwaukee and back this week. Leadville to see brother next week. Driving from Chicago to NC to see my parents and then ATL by the 22nd and then Dubai on the 30th.
The stress is real and the excitement is real. And gonna miss all y’all. My 5 state tour to say goodbye is gonna be … bittersweet.
because this will be easier than having my landlord traipse people in and out all next weekend while brooke is here:
do you and / or does anyone you know need an apt in chicago around 10/1? what about a beautiful one bedroom in wicker / bucktown. near both damen and division blue line stations. house backs up to walsh park. pets allowed. front yard and park in back. 2 other units in house, other tenants are nice and chill and quiet. email me? sarahcroberts at gmail.
eta: $1080 a month. not sure what pet cost is but i’m sure there is one. and no deposit but a one-time move-in fee of $300.
Rachel Wolchin (via northernconstellati0ns)
And yet I’m about to comment on this: I was just thinking this the other day! My maturity has mostly taken the form of “knowing when to shut the fuck up and listen.” Or just shutting the fuck up. About literally anything. All applies.