I can’t decide whether I’m a good girl wrapped up in a bad girl, or if I’m a bad girl wrapped up in a good girl. And that’s how I know I’m a woman!
—C. JoyBell C. (via observando)
I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.
—Sylvia Plath (via observando)
Everybody has someone who loves them. Even when you don’t feel like it, even when you feel so alone. Everyone has someone who loves them, and they love and care for you so much.
—A stranger who didn’t know how badly I needed to hear this (via anditslove)
I know that the whole point—the only point—is to
find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to
let them go.
—Lauren Oliver, Delirium (via observando)
I would like to thank my arms, for always being by side. My legs, for always supporting me, and my fingers…because I can always count on them.
this will be my speech when i win an oscar
Don’t forget the hips, for not lying.
And to my appendix: Thanks for nothing.
I never thought id be in this position. Things may not be ‘ideal’ for the average heart, but damn, I am so thankful for all that has happened.
A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.
—Ian McEwan, Atonement (via observando)
To know what a person has done, and to know who a person is, are very different things.
—Hannah Kent, Burial Rites (via observando)