I'm just a girl experiencing the simple life of an overbooked college student living with four boys. I literally have so much to smile about.I believe in three things: Coffee, Music, and Love. These are the only things in the world that will never, ever fail me:)
Once upon a time, there was a little girl that was almost perfect. She strived for perfection in everything she did. She tried to be perfect for everyone around her because that’s what they expected. She was the perfect cheerleader, the perfect student, the perfect “good girl.” She spent every second of every minute of every hour of every day attempting to be perfect for everyone else, until one day she just didn’t.
She let go of everyone else’s expectations and started living for herself. It was amazing how much more everything meant when it was done for herself instead of to please others. The sunshine was warmer; the scents of springtime more potent; the flawlessness of the snow more dazzling. She saw everything with a new, clearer perception, experiencing each day and relishing it.
And that’s where she is right now; making mistakes and living her own life exactly the way that she wants to, not answering to anybody, and now she truly might be living her perfect life:)
Cheer Smile:)
Warning: do not read this book on the beach this summer. You will get so wrapped up in it that you’ll forget to reapply SPF and you won’t wanna get up and go inside and you’ll be left with a horrendous sunburn. If you loved the old school New York glamour of The Rules of Civility but didn’t think it was quite creepy enough, The Other Typist is for you. Talk to me after you’ve read it and we’ll begin casting the movie version in our heads together.
God I love The Maris Review.
Summer to do list
Salvador Dalí in collaboration with Walt Disney - Destino
This is so bad ass!
(Source: culest, via holyboxers)
Life is so overwhelming sometimes that there’s literally nothing to be done but to lay down and catch your breath. When the world is moving too fast for you to keep up and you have nothing to do but pull out of the race or be trampled by those that scoff at your failure. When the heart-wrenching realization comes that you might not be able to be happy during your life, that you might spend your already menial existence pushing papers or fucking waiting tables. When you realize that your childhood may have been the only shot you had to some sort of bliss and that’s slipped through your fingers like the sand from your sandbox. When nothing makes sense and everything is so terrifying that you have no more master plan. You’re out of ideas and the only thing that seems logical is to lay in your bed. And cry. And cry. And cry.
Life isn’t perfect.
