Not a bad day job, tbh *self swoon*
For cereal…there’s nothing that makes my chest march and riot like a giant, blank, canvas *swoon* all the twitterpated, I tell you what
#tbt was like 17(?) this was right after I chopped my hair off. My shiny bit game was hella weak
We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.
*casually fucks up every good thing that happens to me*
Theres a brief moment when you first wake up, where you have no memories. A blissful blank slate, a happy emptiness.
AnnaSophia Robb, The Carrie Diaries (via collapsed)
Prepping this for getting down to the get down tonight :) I think a mermaid-bird-erfly type lass shall be having a good ol’ time here :)
Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.
Everyone has a 2am and a 2pm personality. I’m more interested in the monster you become at 2am rather than the human being you pretend to be at 2pm.
I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.
Gail Caldwell, Let’s Take the Long Way Home: A Memoir of Friendship (via mrsfscottfitzgerald)
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via wordsnquotes)