"I’m very over the ‘boyfriend’ shirt, the ‘boyfriend’ sweater, the ‘boyfriend’ denim,” she says. “These are silhouettes that women love to wear – why name them after someone else?"
– Elin Kling (via theepitomeofquiet)

(via theepitomeofquiet)


"I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?"
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)


"Here’s to strong women. May we know them. May we be them. May we raise them."
– Unknown  (via mlorets)

(via nappyjoy)


"A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person."
– Dave Barry (via timmysenpai)

(via nappyjoy)


"I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers, Wellington boot, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued palate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love."
A recipe for Rowan Jelly by Alys Fowler (via ablogwithaview)

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"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."
– J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring (via larmoyante)

"And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself."