Don’t sweat the small things.
(via jessweymouth)
"Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say."
- Mitch Albom (via dmthvg)
(Source: hellanne, via mynamesdiana)
I’m not sexually frustrated, I’m sexually FURIOUS *punches hole in wall*
(Source: rgfk, via crystallized-teardrops)
don’t feel bad or be afraid to draw yourself as a princess or a goddess or in a million fantasy settings
self indulgence is self celebration and that’s important
being able to enjoy YOURSELF as the center of attention is a wonderful thing and never apologize
dont be scared of yourself in the spot light
because this is only on paper
(via mpreggies)
do you ever just want to go outside in the middle of the night and walk around and not actually do anything just observe and think and stuff
(via stay-ocean-minded)
i’m watching Extreme Couponing and i just saw a woman rack up a charge of over $1000 and then her coupon game was so fucking raw by the end of it the store owed her $8. what the fuck
“her coupon game was so fuckin raw” is basically the best string of words ever concocted
(via adorb-purple-panda)
"We can tell our children that school is important until we’re blue in the face, they’re not stupid. They see the loudest applause is for the kids on the field. They know teachers are paid poorly and don’t drive fancy cars. They know people plan Super Bowl parties but mock the National Spelling Bee. In other words, they see the hypocrisy, and we can’t expect society to correct itself. If we want to have any lasting influence on the way our kids approach education — the way future generations approach education — then we have to grab our pom-poms and paint our faces and celebrate intellectual curiosity with the same vigor we do their athletic achievements."
2 days ago · 65 notes · reblog
today’s art update: cropped scan of this drawing progress, about 11 x 20 inches.
"I wish I wrote the way I thought;
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I’d write to the point of suffocation.
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns,
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should."
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I’d write to the point of suffocation.
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns,
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should."
- Benedict Smith, I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought (via erraticintrovert)
(Source: benedictsmith, via regnum-caeli-iacet-intra)
