“What?! I am closer to living under a bridge than buying a house.”
I think if we all just stopped for a moment, put down our phone, blackberry, other phone and car keys and laptop, and really thought about it for a second – without the disturbance of the bustling world – I think we would realize that Pepsi and Coca Cola really just taste the same.
You know you live with encouraging and life-supporting people when your roommates reaction to your hair is “Oh my god, did your hair explode?” “
Ever feel like you can just feel your ovaries in your body? Yeah, me either.
How about we all collectively decide to be finished with taking buzzfeed and other various discredited website’s quizzes to determine what spirit animal, Disney character, Beyonce song or fruit you are? Doesn’t that sound like a good idea?
Because, if we strip ourselves from all the crazy-quiz-crap, you are evidently not a tomato. You are just you. No matter how many times you take that quiz.
I have a perfect body for female Grecian statues, you wouldn’t even need marble, I am white enough.
I think that’s why I don’t want to hang up pictures, because I don’t want to have to take them down again.
No matter what the source, whenever someone says “the Ministry” it is always automatically the Ministry of Magic.
Some days, you wake up feeling different. Something isn’t the way it should be. Light shines a strange way, people seem harsher and troubles are harder to accept.
For me, I just know it is going to be an off-day when I don’t even feel like watching “The Wolf of Wall Street” again.
It is amazing how many doors I still fit through considering how much I eat.