May 21, 1992
This is how I feel 99.9% of the time.
(Source: casualnewyork)
Peggy is our kind of woman!
No, Peggy, you’re not. I promise.
(Source: oh-whiskers, via livingleslie)
Sweet relief.
Words to live by, especially on a Monday. (Although you may want to wait until after lunch.)
The definition of a balanced diet: a cookie in each hand.
(Source: hypnoticsleepinghero)
“Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficity disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.” — Nora Ephron, I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman (via overflowing)
(via thoughtsdetained)
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They are when I get delivery.
(Source: thechocolatebrigade, via pleatedjeans)
(Source: materializeddreams, via knittingwithfrida)
via The Boss
Oh, this.
That’s why I haven’t started watching The Wire. Because once I do, what else is there to live for?
(Source: fuckiminmy20s)
“For me, to be a writer is to acknowledge the secret wounds that we carry inside us, the wounds so secret that we ourselves are barely aware of them, and to patiently explore them, know them, illuminate them, to own these pains and wounds, and to make them a conscious part of our spirits and our writing.” —
Orhan Pamuk in his Nobel lecture.
Sometimes the readings I have to do for class don’t totally suck.
(reposting because I still love this quote)
drink your juice.: Apparently I took the time at some point last summer to transcribe... -
Apparently I took the time at some point last summer to transcribe this full scene from Louie as some kind of religious exercise, because it’s easily-googlable.
pamela: i dont wanna see your bummed out face at the end of this road. just please stop the car, louis.
louis: why?
pamela: because….
