The first time’s the worst time,
And then, you become so uncomfortably numb.
(via youreadaydreamaway)
I never saw myself as the “life of the party” type. But seeing as it’s been consistently reinforced by my friends that my being around means the party has to happen, I guess I should believe them. I mean, I still don’t, but it’s an interesting feeling to be told that parties don’t work without me.
Endure heart; you have endured worse before.
(via toopretty-tofunction)
yea, pretty much.
That awkward moment where you can’t tell if you’re still drunk or very hungover, but either way, you’re at your professional-level HR job.
Your mouth is poison,
Your mouth is wine
(via youreadaydreamaway)
(via believeinyourself93)
She could not herself have explained the sense of buoyancy which seemed to lift and swing her above the sun-suffused world at her feet. Was it love, she wondered, or a mere fortuitous combination of happy thoughts and sensations?…Lily had no definite experience by which to test the quality of her feelings. She had several times been in love with fortunes or careers, but only once with a man.
—The House of Mirth - Edith Wharton
Here’s a story.
Keep getting told how good I am at my job. Keep getting told that they want to continue giving me more responsibility. Get that responsibility. Get a promotion. Don’t get a raise.
How am I always the one surrounded by complete bullshit?
(Source: luv-u-ugly, via oopsithinksomeonedroppedthat)
I’m gonna get you those precious things,
Like old red whiskey and chicken wings.
(Source: synodik, via littlemisskels)
Is it me that you see, dancing on a line,
Singing I could be yours if you would be mine
(Source: lucasmelb, via wearebiggerthanthis)
I keep all my posts about my boyfriend in a secret blog. One day he’s going to look at this Tumblr and think I don’t love him.
I’m so sneaky.
