I am the girl who prefers to spend her Friday night curled up with her pillow, reading a good novel, and I am also the girl who likes to go out on a Saturday night and dance until the DJ plays his last song. I am the girl who wants to wear beat up converses and an oversized sweatshirt, and I am also the girl who who owns over sixty dresses and too many shoes to count. Why did it become okay to say one is better than the other? Because I am all of that.
Ming D. Liu, What is “better?”
Mini paintings on cedar by Cathy McMurray on Etsy
Oh man such cool coasters
We don’t learn to love each other well in the easy moments. Anyone is good company at a cocktail party. But love is born when we misunderstand one another and make it right, when we cry in the kitchen, when we show up uninvited with magazines and granola bars, in an effort to say, I love you.
— Shauna Niequist, Bread & Wine: A Love Letter to Life Around the Table, with Recipes (via thatkindofwoman)
Last night, I leaned over to a friend and said “This is one of those moments. Where the worries aren’t knocking and time isn’t marching. I don’t have anywhere to be or anyone to impress.”
Fighting to have those moments more often. Sitting beside a fire this morning as my friends sleep. Thankful for spontaneous.
It’s messing people up, this social pressure to “find your passion” and “know what it is you want to do”. It’s perfectly fine to just live your moments fully, and marvel as many small and large passions, many small and large purposes enter and leave your life. For many people there is no realization, no bliss to follow, no discovery of your life’s purpose. This isn’t sad, it’s just the way things are. Stop trying to find the forest and just enjoy the trees.
— Sally Coulter (via ignify)
No matter how great of a woman you are, you will never be good enough for a man who isn’t ready. I learned that the hard way.
— My past experiences (via yesdarlingido)
I am trying to see things in perspective. My dog wants a bite of my peanut butter chocolate chip bagel. I know she cannot have this, because chocolate makes dogs very sick. My dog does not understand this. She pouts and wraps herself around my leg like a scarf and purrs and tries to convince me to give her just a tiny bit. When I do not give in, she eventually gives up and lays in the corner, under the piano, drooping and sad. I hope the universe has my best interest in mind like I have my dog’s. When I want something with my whole being, and the universe withholds it from me, I hope the universe thinks to herself: "Silly girl. She thinks this is what she wants, but she does not understand how it will hurt.
— THEORIES ABOUT THE UNIVERSE by Blythe Baird (via pandacola)