I can never explain ambition, and I mean true ambition. The kind that eats you up and stresses you out. It’s this overwhelming desire for success. It’s selfish. But it’s there, and impossible to avoid. It just makes me want everything – not in a materialistic way or even for glory, but for the experience and the passion for everything I am interested in. I want to live in Tribeca, West Village, anywhere on that fucking island! – In a huge loft that has 360-degree views of the best city in the world. I want to go to bed surrounded by life and lights, and wake up feeling the same. I want a driver, because why the hell not? I want today’s issue of the Times on the seat, and I want my coffee on my desk before I get to the office. I want friends in all walks of life, so I can experience it all. I want to meet Donatella in Milan, after meeting Alexander in New York, and wear Tom Ford to work each day. I want a to have coffee with Anna Wintour, David Remnick, Bill Cunningham, Annie Leibovitz, Rihanna and Kanye West, and share their revolutionary creativity and drive. I want to walk through Wall Street and be known as the best Lawyer in the district. I want my name on the side of a fucking building in huge condensed Didot typography! I want a business partner who understands my aspirations, and a secretary who knows me better than I know myself so the calls are already made before I have to ask. I want the ability to give thousands to charities all around the world. I want to buy food for the homeless I pass along the street. I want to educate myself as much as possible. I want to know languages, art, music, biology, psychology – as much as possible, because knowledge is power. I want culture, I want to travel and experience everything I possibly can. I want to change the world one day at a time, with my passion for justice and hope to expand equality as a whole. When my friends have children, I want to attend their birthday parties and experience their passion, because I won’t be having my own. I want $12,000 bottles of scotch, and a comfortable couch in my office. I want a sound system, because music is so important. I want peace, I want love, and more than anything, I want success, because it’s what drives me. Failure is my worst nightmare. I can be alone; I may not have kids or a relationship even. I may not have coffee with Anna and Kanye, I probably won’t be the best lawyer in New York City. I probably won’t get my name on the side of a building in condensed Didot typography, or have the ability to give thousands to charity and homeless people. But success, well that’s all that matters to me because it’s ambition. The day that I have absolutely nothing to offer this world, I have failed. But as long as I have given everything my absolute all, and been true to myself and the person I want to be, I am successful, and that is that what I aim to do.
Ambition. It’s eating me alive. (via unenergetic)
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if u were dating a FBI agent and you dumped him.
he would be ur fed ex
I hope the NSA people scanning my blog got a chuckle out of that
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i wish i had friends i could just call up at like 2am and be like “lets chill or go for a walk” and they would do it
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What you have to decide… is how you want your life to be. If your forever was ending tomorrow, would this be how you’d want to have spent it? Listen, the truth is, nothing is guaranteed. You know that more than anybody. So don’t be afraid. Be alive.
Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever (via hqlines)
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Honestly, you just take a deep breath and say fuck it.
Johnny Knoxville (via cultivate-solitude)
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