392 Quotes by Jenny Lawson

It’s how people fish when they’ve run completely out of bait, dynamite, and any common sense whatsoever. There.

In fact almost everyone in my yearbook wrote the same thing to me: “To weird girl, you’re nice.” I didn’t think it was bad. When I showed my mother she said, “Everyone is different.” Being weird became my tool. I’m weird; that’s who I am. It was my coping badge.

Quitting might be easier, but it wouldn’t be better.

My original list read as follows: 1. Lick David Tennant’s face. 2. Ride a golden unicorn. 3. Wish for more wishes.

If you could hear the insane stuff going on in my head, it would scare the hell out of you. Probably. Or fascinate you. Depends on how easily you’re startled, I guess.

I’ve always been a fan of therapy. You spend an entire hour talking about yourself and someone has to fake being fascinated by the strange assemblage of minutiae that is you.

On the other side of fear is freedom. And usually fewer fingers than you started with.

Nonetheless, there’s a reason that dust and life go together naturally. Sometimes it comes together in the most perfect way to make the very building blocks of life. Sometimes it sweeps in and makes everything seem hazy and dark. Sometimes it gets in my amaretto and then I have to pour a new glass, but mainly that’s cat’s fur, which is not really the same thing.

Have you ever been homesick for someplace that doesn’t actually exist anymore? Someplace that exists only in your mind?