this dog

I get so mad at how cute she is I just want to crush her


I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me. I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals. And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.

-- (via onefitmodel)


― Bright Star (2009)
Fanny: Is this Love? I shall never tease about it again. So sore I believe one could die of it.



it’s not your job to entertain him by sending him nudes

it’s not your job to satisfy him sexually because he’s horny

you are not required to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable or that you don’t want to do

don’t be scared of “losing him”

he most likely wasn’t anything worth keeping

This was me for the longest time. I felt obligated to do whatever he asked.
I used to call people, then I got into e-mailing, then texting, and now I just ignore everyone.

-- The New Yorker (via insanity-and-vanity)
My unfortunate romanticism—I can’t help it. What’s more, I don’t want to help it. I have come to a time of life when I can help nothing.

-- Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Lytton Strachey (via violentwavesofemotion)