"Being a teenage girl is not all about your fucked-up relationship with food or losing your virginity to the wrong boy. The strange and romantic world of female friendships, falling in love with science or art or music, the slow discovery of the things you’ll be passionate about for your whole life—these are the stories that are woefully absent from those shelves. I remember the first time I heard the Pixies, and Hüsker Dü, and Team Dresch, and the world split open and revealed itself to me. The first rock shows I ever went to—I think I still have the ticket stubs somewhere, that’s how momentous those occasions were. Or the first time I saw a Hal Hartley movie (Amateur, it was playing at MOMA, a glorious 35mm print) and I felt like suddenly I understood what a movie was, and what a movie could do. I spent my adolescence making things, zines and t-shirts and mix tapes and paintings, I was constantly covered in glitter and glue, always writing in my journal or sending someone a letter. And the terrible understanding that eventually I was going to be in charge of the whole operation—nutrition, bank accounts, my temper, my clothes. All of that is still imprinted on me somewhere—some of it is still happening—and it’s as important as any of the heartbreak and self-loathing and insecurity considered so typical of those years. And it would be nice if literature could recognize that the first two-thirds of my life were as valid an experience as, say, Holden Caulfield’s."
"To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest. To live fully is to be always in no-man’s-land, to experience each moment as completely new and fresh. To live is to be willing to die over and over again."
— Pema Chödrön, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times (via purplebuddhaproject
"And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good."