When you’re drunk and it’s late, and you’re missing me like hell, keep it to yourself.

—Kacey Musgraves (via offguard)

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The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation.

—Monica Drake, Clown Girl (via soulsscrawl)

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I don’t believe in fate, she said at last. But I do believe in…loopholes. I think a lot of what keeps the world going is the result of accidents — happy or otherwise — and taking advantage of these.

—Robin McKinley, Sunshine (via wordsnquotes)

(via knowingdreamer)

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.

Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are Dead (via littlethoughtsandlittlewishes)

Feel it deep down, then grab it and live it; this is how passion becomes alive.

—T.B. LaBerge // Things I’m Still Learning at 25 (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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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 thearistocatic)

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She longed to know what at that moment was passing in his mind; in what manner he thought of her, and whether, in defiance of everything, she was still dear to him.

—Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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