“Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober.”
“My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love.”
Emily Giffin, Something Borrowed (via southerngreekgirl)

gorillamunchies:

I have a deep respect and appreciation for freshly brewed strong coffee

“Someday, someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. Wait for it.”
“I’d do anything to be enough for you”
(via dulldrops)

nosdrinker:

remember when nash grier died

“She feels in italics and thinks in capitals.”
Henry James (via wanduring)
diamond-solitaires:

lat (21) on Flickr.
latitude
112

kissnecks:

knitmeapony:

My next million dollar idea: reluctant exercise videos with people who aren’t perky.

"Just five more… I know, I kind of want to die right now too, but let’s just power through it."

"Okay, new yoga pose.  It’s going to ache like a bastard until your hamstrings release, I’m not gonna lie."

"Stretch a little deeper… it’s okay to yell ‘fuck’ at this point, I won’t tell anyone."

yes