Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.
Thomas A. Edison (via myprivateopera)

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origami-dolls:

Being a girlfriend.
Being a girlfriend is not just about being beautiful and attractive for your guy. It’s not just about letting him chase you, letting him do sweet things every time you’re mad at him and not just receiving flowers and gifts during your anniversaries. It’s not about doing those girly things just to get his attention and not just about feeling mighty every time he did everything you want. It’s also being an emotional partner wherein you support him in every opportunity that he takes, you appreciate everything that he does for you and you thank him for doing it, you remind him on the things he must do and what he must not. Just because you know that you can always keep him on his feet, doesn’t mean you can manipulate him. You understand him not just as a partner but as individual too. You help him in every way showing him, that in a relationship, there’s no “I” or “you”, there’s only “we” and “us”. You know also that a man has their ego, and even when it become a little irritating sometimes, you still understand that it’s a part of his nature. A girlfriend is not just a term, it also has responsibilities that every girl must know. You’re a friend, a sister, a second mom, a teacher, and a best friend.



fuckingplebe:

fuckingplebe:

I’m gonna need Peeta to look fly as fuck in his portrait, okay. I want him working the gangsta lean: slumped down in his wooden chair, legs spread open, his white rose draped suggestively over his crotch while he eye fucks the shit out of the camera like “y’all mother fuckers are toast.”

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“Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes”

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Sissy face.

do you ever feel yourself being annoying or antisocial but you just cant stop

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indiavenne:

she’s perf



jkellemn0p:

I actually really love it when someone remembers small details and quirks about me or addresses me by my name at unexpected times like at the end of a sentence and I don’t know why but I just really, really do.

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e-vaporate:

favorite thing on tumblr. always always reblog.



When I was in elementary school, I was pretty sure that eighth grade meant adulthood. The eighth graders were the oldest kids in the school, and their classroom was down a long hallway. I pictured the hallway as a golden path to the future. I was sure the eighth graders had it all figured out. Later, I extended that to the high school seniors, then the college seniors, then, people who were 25. Now, finally, I can see that there is no moment in life when it all makes sense. Nor is there any real marker that someone DOES know what the fuck’s going on – an engagement or a house does not mean that someone feels complete and content. At 27, I can talk to my parents and see that while they’ve done a lot of amazing things with their lives, there are still doubts and insecurities that they’re holding on to and trying to make sense of. Answers don’t come with age. Age provides perspective, but life wasn’t designed with a point at which it definitively gets easier. It’s up and down, all the time, for everyone. We’re just doing our best, all of us, and that’s ok.
Five Things I Know At 27 | Thought Catalog (via existential-angst)