I want to write a story from the manic pixie dram girls point of view, about the annoying entitled ass who won’t stop whining and expects her to somehow save his soul despite the fact that she is barely is capable of saving herself.
you do this and i will rain all the hugs down upon you
|—||Terry Pratchett (The Wee Free Men)|
Blood is thicker than water but maple syrup is thicker than blood so technically pancakes are more important than family.
are you canadian
They’re like regular muffins, except they will NEVER BE AS GOOD AS THE FIRST BATCH YOU MADE.
The Five Worst Places to Vomit (x)
|—||Margaret Atwood (via wantthepharaohs)|
1. He or she shares your joy.
2. He or she doesn’t give a good goddamn.
3. He or she thinks less of you for what you read in which case don’t apologize to that person because he or she is clearly a douchebag who doesn’t deserve your obeisance.
Number 1 requires no apology. Number 2 requires no apology. Number 3 neither requires nor deserves! an apology.
On a scale of one to Kingdom Hearts, how unnecessarily complicated do you make things?
|—||Vladimir Nabokov (via neverwithoutabookandsoylatte)|
|—||Kifah Shah (via ear2ear)|
|—||Chris Brogan (via myhorancanpiercethesky)|
That was all, and then she was gone. It was one of those moments when we suddenly recall a dream that we’ve unaccountably forgotten, and back in a flood comes all the emotion we felt in our sleep. It was the dream she’d tried to describe to Atal, the night picture; but as Mary tried to find it again, it dissolved and drifted apart, just as these presences did in the open air. The dream was gone.
All that was left was the sweetness of that feeling, and the injunction to tell them stories.
|—||Philip Pullman’s The Amber Spyglass (via rileyanne)|