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I guess I got no valentine, send me roses I’ll just let ‘em die.

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
Anne Lamott (via degenerate69)
me on facebook: i can't swear, i'm friends with too many family members on here
me on twitter: probably shouldn't swear that much on here either
me on tumblr: this motherfucking grilled cheese is the best fucking grilled cheese i've ever had in my whole fucking goddamn life
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
Sylvia Plath (via suspend)