“Wake up early. Drink coffee. Work hard. Be ambitious. Keep your priorities straight, your mind right and your head up. Do well, live well and dress really well. Do what you love, love what you do. It is time to start living.”
— (via deadlyvibes)
(Source: rustedbones, via positiiveviibrations)
“When they ask me about my future wife, I always tell them that her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I tell them that she has a walk that can make an atheist believe in God just long enough to say, ‘God damn’. I tell them that if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them that if she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. I tell them that if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her, cover to cover, hoping to find typos, just so we could both have something to work on, because aren’t we all unfinished? Don’t we all need editing? Aren’t we all waiting to be read by someone, praying they will tell us that we make sense? She doesn’t always make sense but I swear to God, her imperfections are the things that I love about her the most. I don’t know when I will be married, I don’t know where I will be married, but I do know this: whenever I’m asked to describe my future wife, I do so as best as I can and every single time, she sounds a lot like you. Every single time, she sounds a lot like you.”
— Rudy Francisco, “A Lot Like You” (via yesdarlingido)
(Source: llvnos, via 5000letters)
“In the letter I will write ‘I have loved you wholeheartedly and without apology and that is why I am leaving. I am open and you are closed and I’d rather adore you and go, than hate you and stay. I hope you forgive me. I hope that everything feels soft against your hands. I hope the entire world says your name like it means it. There’s a heart where my lungs should be and I’ve been hiccuping your name in fits. This has to stop. I am giving you that piece of yourself back. I’ve left it on the kitchen counter. I hope that you love it as much as I did. May you be warm, may the light always touch you like you’re important. You are.’”
— Azra.T “hold onto your heart, love” (via 5000letters)
“…and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, That was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.”
— Flynn, Gillian. Gone Girl. (via artctic-monkeys)
(Source: wordsnquotes, via artctic-monkeys)
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)
(Source: girlinlondon, via artctic-monkeys)
The Drinker's Guide to Unloving a Previous Lover
Sometimes at night, alone in the kitchen, I practice tracing my steps
to the wine cellar, only to turn around
as soon as I catch the slightest hint of vodka.
Alcoholics call this recovery.
I call it learning how to unlove.
Not a day goes by where I don’t set a match…
"Do you love me?" The words were pressed against her tongue, waiting. But there never seemed a right time to say them.
"Do you love me?" She hated herself for needing to know. After all, his breath mixed with hers often enough to shut anyone up.
"Do you love me?" She whispered into the wind so he wouldn’t hear.
"Do you love me?" She said, but what she really meant was, "I need to know you love me before I do something stupid, like let you in."
What she really meant was, “you have seen me naked, all skin on skin, but will you stay if I let you see me raw?”
— Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #76 (via blossomfully)
“You’ve got too much soul to be handled by someone who has never been passionate.”
— My father’s recipe for the man I should marry (part 1/2 of a series). /// r.i.d (via hannahcompton)
“Eventually the young woman realizes how often it is in her self-interest to make herself desirable. She learns how to arrange herself to generate a kind of reaction. As children learn behaviors by example, so does she learn sexy from the mirror. Media provides the perfect surface (charmed, shiny, sleek) from which she can articulate her reflection.
Narcissus is a teenage girl. No other figure loves her; she loves herself to fill the difference. She watches herself constantly: in the darkened windows of cafés and storefronts and the silvered glass in her bathroom. Alone she pouts, minces, tosses her hair, shapes her face for every angle. She knows her good side. She knows how to move her mouth. She generates self-awareness as the world becomes aware of her.”
— I’m Not Myself You See, by Larissa Pham - Adult Mag (via mudras)