One day I just woke up and realized that I can’t touch yesterday. So why the heck was I letting it touch me?
Steve Maraboli (via terrible)
(Source: psych-facts, via pizza)
I am not your Manic Pixie Bookworm. My pastime is not your sexual preference. If I’m sexy when I read, it’s no more sexy than when I eat or breathe or fart or do any of those other things that mark me out as human. Now can we please shut up about how hot it is for a girl to like books, because I’m trying to finish this chapter.
I Am Not Your Manic Pixie Bookworm
my other favorite bit:
I’m a 31 year old woman with an English Lit degree, of course I read. I don’t need a prize to congratulate me for doing something I learned when I was four.
(Source: jennirl, via rhetoricalquestionmark)
Marry your best friend. Fooling around is fun, but life gets in the way and when it gets hard, you’d wanna be married to your best friend.
One of my customers (via assachusetts)
I don’t want to look back in five years time and think, ‘We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid.’ In 5 years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it.
(Source: thedbldee, via teeisbritish)