Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being...– Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via s0nata)
the little things #108
i’m drunk and happy. 2nd place in quizzo = no bar tab. this makes me smile. dontjudgeme. also - drank all night in a bar where you can smoke inside, where my brother and bother-in-law both chain smoke - and …i did not have one single drag. self control is the most difficult thing i have ever encountered in my life thus far. AH. how did i make it through tonight?! how will i...
Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all...– Diary -Chuck Palahniuk (via sliverlines)
it seems like people want to think they follow blogs to connect with some one, to feel and know something personal about someone that they can relate to without actually knowing them. they want their blog to reflect their life, the things they find interesting or relatable to others, yet once i start posting more about me, which is what my blog is blatantly about, i lose followers. (not that...
the little things #106
flea market buys: ring: $5 4 books: $2 scarf: $3 necklace: $1 i can’t wait to have a house of my own to decorate. saw so many awesome things for little to no money.
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable,...– Agatha Christie (via nirvikalpa)
the little things #103
friday night was my friends birthday. in college we used to have house parties with our friends at his apartment and i remember those being the best times of my life. sophomore year in college is a time i constantly feel nostalgic for. it was a time before things got complicated and before we all got too busy with our own separate lives. there’s nothing wrong with everyone doing their own...
…dizzied by the days and the streets and the years I pull the sheets to my neck....– Burning in Water, Drowning in Flame by Charles Bukowski (via iamapatientboy) i second that. had a bad case of the monday’s today.
That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.– John Green, An Abundance of Katherines (via glasscoffin)