the lovers, the dreamers & me
Your average twenty something. Aiming to put good into the world. Lost. Hopeful. Excited.
Like the ocean finds the shore, I’ll always find you.
t.k. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
(Source: timbllr, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
concept: me, drinking coffee in a café in a foreign country. it’s raining outside. i’m reading my favorite book. everything is okay, and i’m never stressed.
(Source: universi-tea, via langleav)
Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.
Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride (via wethinkwedream)
(Source: vintageanchorbooks, via langleav)
Youth and beauty are not accomplishments.
Carrie Fisher (via mishproductions)
(Source: cbc.ca, via mishproductions)
