It’s messing people up, this social pressure to “find your passion” and “know what it is you want to do”. It’s perfectly fine to just live your moments fully, and marvel as many small and large passions, many small and large purposes enter and leave your life. For many people there is no realization, no bliss to follow, no discovery of your life’s purpose. This isn’t sad, it’s just the way things are. Stop trying to find the forest and just enjoy the trees.
Sally Coulter (via tv-in-black-n-white)
YES THIS! For so long, I thought I needed a job or career to identify myself, ie. “I’m Sarah, and I’m a __________ (doctor/teacher/lawyer/SAHM/writer/singer/etc.etc.etc.etc) but that never worked for me. I know it does work for some people, and genuine congratulations to them. But for me, when I quit teaching, it was less about having a job where I had to be creative with lesson plans or activities and instead I just needed a job to pay the bills—which led to a creative life. Guitar lessons and ceramics class and book clubs, and long afternoons with library books or movie marathons and Reds baseball season tickets and just living life. If you are in college or otherwise trying to figure out what you ‘want to do with your life’, don’t stress about the idea of picking a career for the rest of your life. It’s rare that people do that anymore anyway. Again, if you are in your lane and passionate about what you are doing—-keep doing it!
It won’t be denied, it just does what it does. There ain’t no way to kill it when it’s coursing through your blood. Shoot an arrow through the heart, the heart keeps on beating. Love don’t die easy. My love won’t die easy.
Bones - 9x13 - Big in the Philippines
HOLY SHIT BADASS BRENNAN ALERT.
*cue slow clap*
This maaaaay just be my favourite scene of the last few seasons and it hasn’t even officially aired yet?
"All right, what you may find is as you concentrate on hitting that little ball, the rest of the world just fades away—all your everyday, nagging concerns: the ticking of your biological clock, how you probably couldn’t afford that nice new suede coat on a G-woman’s salary, how you threw away a promising career in medicine to hunt aliens with a crackpot, albeit brilliant partner.”
That’s actually what Scully did, though. She dropped everything to work with Mulder, support him, and stand up for him, and the Bureau tore her down because of it. She’s had her reputation tarnished, she’s been sick, she’s been abducted, and she’s in danger all the time, but right now that doesn’t even matter except to make the night a little quieter and the stars a little brighter. This baseball diamond date night is so much more romantic because they’ve been too busy hunting aliens to actually date, and they’re so much more intimate with each other because of what they’ve been through. Mulder’s nose is in her hair, Scully’s in the middle, and they wouldn’t change a day.
Bones doesn’t feel the pressure to act or do or say anything that she doesn’t want to. And no one — no one — can make her. It’s what makes her Bones.
I feel like this needs to be here for whenever people say Brennan always compromises for others. (via imnotnormalimextraordinary)
Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything