She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.
Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (via itseasyjusttolookaway)
11 hours ago // 95 notes
My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.
(Source: quotethat, via venuspalms)
1 month ago // 11,638 notes
Fuck him. Get someone that wants you enough to give you a fucking text back. You know?
(Source: fhume, via i-dont--even--know)
1 month ago // 74,735 notes
Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
(Source: jerfreyy, via balconyscene)
2 months ago // 152,577 notes