— F. Scott Fitzgerald about Zelda Fitzgerald in a letter to a friend dated Febuary 1920 (via larmoyante)
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Paramore - “Ain’t It Fun”
Well, she changed a litte, I’d say…
Daily #207. Effort is not something that can be measured by outcome, but only by your own heart. That, at least, is what I believe.
This was actually the beginning and end to a longer piece I had written, but I cut out the entire middle - which was my personal experiences with school and competitions - because it was too difficult to draw, and also too long.
yep, pretty much.
Yeah this is it
I’ve never been able to put this into words
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(Source: internal-acceptance-movement, via katweenah)
I’m not angry anymore, well, sometimes I am. I don’t think badly of you, well, sometimes I do. It depends on the day, the extent of all my worthless rage. I’m not angry anymore. I’m not bitter anymore, I’m syrupy sweet. I rot your teeth down to their core, if I’m really happy. Depends on the day, if I wake up in a giddy haze. Well, I’m not angry, I’m not totally angry, I’m not all that angry anymore.
I’ve been singing this song around town everywhere for the past week. It’s wonderful.
(Source: mastered-for, via jkellemnop)