Lately I have just been writing phrases and not novels. Pretty words strung together, no plot at all.


That sound you hear? That’s your mind totally getting blown.

laughed so hard i stopped breathing.

(via igetdressedup)

I have one of those moments when my affection for him is so fierce, it is frightening.
The Sky So Heavy by Claire Zorn (via treesofreverie)

First 6 songs on shuffle on my ipod.

Run baby run (Sheryl Crow)
Crazy (Kat Dahlia)
Why can’t i? (Liz Phair)
Let’s love (echosmith)
Sunday Morning (maroon 5)
Sweet Valium high (Charlotte Sometimes)


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(via just-a-fangirl--)

If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. And two little babies in an incubator, their hearts will beat at the same time. Love that. So if you have somebody in your life that is prone to anxiety, like myself, and if you happen to be a calm person, you could come up and hug me heart to heart and my heart hopefully would slow to yours. And I just love that idea. Or maybe yours would speed up to mine. But either way, we’ll be there together.

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via un-exotic)

(via southernsparkleandshine)


Part of the process of me getting up is just thinking about how much I don’t want to get up & hating everything that requires me to actually get up right then.