He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief  (via cultivate-solitude)

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10:52 pm  •  12 October 2013  •  215 notes
I want to be around people that do things. I don’t want to be around people anymore that judge or talk about what people do. I want to be around people that dream and support and do things.
― Amy Poehler  (via cultivate-solitude)

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10:52 pm  •  12 October 2013  •  268,447 notes
Forgive. Forget. Fake it. Chin up. Wear lipstick, make lists, make sure your voicemail isn’t full. Mix protein shakes, send timely thank you notes, sip drinks more slowly, stare at adults’ eyebrows, smile without dimples, develop perfect posture. Be gracious, be kind, eliminate self-pity. Look in the mirror and shift your internal monologue from ‘How do I look?’ to ‘This is my face,’ from ‘What the hell am I doing?’ to ‘This is my life.’Read the news, walk briskly, stay focused, and never, ever let on that you are somewhat lost and sometimes lonely and so completely confused. Just keep going. Go, and do not stop.
― Jennifer Schaffer, A Checklist For The Age 19  (via stymshaws)
2:29 pm  •  6 October 2013  •  115,774 notes
Rule # 12: Only three types of people tell the truth: kids, drunk people, and anyone who is pissed the fuck off.
― Richard Pryor  (via sicilianbabe)

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7:27 pm  •  5 October 2013  •  628,107 notes