You seem like a tall girl. I like that.
Text from a dude. First off: what does that even mean? Second off: HAHAHA you’re in for a surprise buddy. (via leadencirclesdissolve)
I got a similar “compliment” from this idiot once. Meant well, but didn’t give enough of a shit to hang.
I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so.
I guessI disagree with you but ill let you have this one because I don’t feel like debating anymore with your simple ass (via monitormylife)
I’d just say to aspiring journalists or writers—who I meet a lot of—do it now. Don’t wait for permission to make something that’s interesting or amusing to you. Just do it now. Don’t wait. Find a story idea, start making it, give yourself a deadline, show it to people who’ll give you notes to make it better. Don’t wait till you’re older, or in some better job than you have now. Don’t wait for anything. Don’t wait till some magical story idea drops into your lap. That’s not where ideas come from. Go looking for an idea and it’ll show up. Begin now. Be a fucking soldier about it and be tough.Read the rest of the article.
And Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via likeafieldmouse)