Maybe, baby.

Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.

—Yousuf Karsh

(Source: tedmaximilian)

We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened.

—John C. Moffi (via espresssoself)

(Source: larmoyante, via 30andbroke)

I don’t want to hear about the endless struggles to keep sex exciting, or the work it takes to plan a date night. I want to hear that you guys watch every episode of The Bachelorette together in secret shame, or that one got the other hooked on Breaking Bad and if either watches it without the other, they’re dead meat. I want to see you guys high-five each other like teammates on a recreational softball team you both do for fun. I want to hear about it because I know it’s possible, and because I want it for myself.

—Mindy Kaling on how “Married People Need to Step it Up” (via hannahstaton)

(via 30andbroke)

If you were mine, I’d kiss your ankles and neck and the tip of your nose. I’d bring you film canisters filled with love notes and interesting books and I’d send you texts with random facts whenever I discovered something new. I’d show up at your house at midnight with a pot of your favourite kind of tea and a blanket and tell you to come down so we could lie down on your lawn and look at the stars. I’d go into the city with you and throw away your map and search for someplace beautiful. I’d photograph you every day. I’d buy you baggy t-shirts and sing to you constantly. I’d give you your space if you wanted it, I’d make you mixes for every week we’d been together, I’d hold your hand underwater, and I’d love you until you asked me not to.

—Camryn Pulaski Day (via randomitus)

(Source: atomos, via 30andbroke)

July 4, 2010

Anonymous asked: I live in southern california, suburb area, but i am mostly in woodland hills calalbasas, or west la just to keep myself busy idk i mean I feel like i just wasted 4 years of my life.. and its not like i dont try.. idk I guess ppl just are content already with their friends and dont want to make new ones
what do u suggest.. to be more ‘approachable’ or how do make some..’

sorry for the rant.

A: What did you waste those 4 years doing? smoking pot? dating one person and being co-dependant? I’d say, give people a reason to be your friend without saying a word! wear a funny hat! But seriously I think you just have to be more visible and involved, wake up early, get a coffee talk to everybody that you make eye contact with? LOVE YOURSELF first and foremost at the end of the day the problem is in what’s between your ears. Change your behavior to change your thinking. Don’t dwell on time wasted. Pity parties are for sad vampires in castles built of irony. you can do it!!!!

—Charlie @takeyourfaceoff.tumblr.com

Two secrets to success: 1. Don’t tell everybody everything you know.

— Defgrip

You have to let people who are toxic and dangerous to you know you’re going to fucking fight back. Because you know where nice people land? On welfare.

—Kelly Cutrone

Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.

—Scott Adams

I’ve always been opportunistic. I say that with a straight face because New York is the only place in the world where the word “opportunistic” doesn’t have such a negative connotation. When you’re young and trying to get noticed, you have to hustle. Put your best foot forward and always be ready for whatever opportunities may come. If you don’t, you’re wasting your time overpaying your landlord, and you might as well move to southern California and get a nice tan.

— Dan Martensen

If you follow every dream you might get lost.

—Neil Young