Complaining is stupid. Either act or forget.– Stefan Sagmeister (via kari-shma) NOTE TO SELF. (via driventolive)
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driventolive: Aww! You just miss it and its been a while. You can only be ok with being single for so long until that feeling comes creeping back again. - - - - It’s probably time you put yourself out there? You’re making them miss out on so much :) - - - - Someone is always interested. They’re… Aww! Love you too! See you soon! >:D
This hard circumstance is like an intense heat, and you will soon discover that...– Unka Glen (via denisecua)
Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever...– Stephen King (via blue-dawn)
That’s the way things come clear. All of a sudden. And then you realize how...– Madeleine L’Engle (via absentia)
You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they...– Dear Sugar, The Rumpus (via cafecontaylor)
I once hand-made a girlfriend a 50 page leather bound book. It was an...– Matthew Gray Gubler (via jarrodis)
…While it’s true you’re haunted by your past, it’s truer that you’ve traveled...– Dear Sugar, 5/17/12 Cheryl Strayed (“Sugar”) might not technically be a therapist, but she’s been doing some of the most wonderful therapy anywhere on the planet over the past couple of years through her Dear Sugar column over at The Rumpus. If you somehow haven’t read her columns yet, you should...
Never, ever, let anyone tell you what you can and can’t do. Prove the cynics...– Tom Hiddleston Oh you brilliant man, can we be best friends? I already married my soulmate. (via ganda-ganda)
My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something… Pluto is there. The artist remembered Pluto. Guys… The artist drew Pluto crying.
I don’t want to dream through our lives together, don’t want to sleep in, don’t...– Stephanie Georgopulos, I Want A Tuesday Kind Of Love (via planetickets)