"Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before - more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle." - Charles Dickens
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
2007th.
"Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before - more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle." - Charles Dickens
Monday, May 18, 2015
2006th.
"'I'm sorry, can you see my shoulders?' Men are never told that their legs, arms, or stomachs are a problem for other people. They are seen as human and very rarely seen as something there for your sexual exploits. We are thirteen through eighteen-year-old girls. If you are sexualizing us, YOU are the problem. Dress codes are perpetuating rape culture and oppressive objectification towards young women." - Unknown
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Saturday, May 16, 2015
2004th.
"Yes, you've entered my bloodstream, the room, the whole springtime is filled with you." - Rainer Maria Rilke
Friday, May 15, 2015
2003rd.
"It's so sad that so much of our society says, 'Man, thank God it's Friday. Thank God five of the seven days of my life are fucking over, because I hate five-sevenths of my life. Now I'm gonna spend the other two-sevenths getting drunk at The Olive Garden so I don't have to think about the upcoming five-sevenths. Thank God!" - Nick Offerman
Thursday, May 14, 2015
2002nd.
"And I wrote to you, a thousand words that I never sent. And I wrote you, a thousand more that stayed in my head. And with all the things I"ve said to you, I've told you nothing at all." - Unknown
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
2001st.
"I'm the kind of friend who would run at your house in a blink with pizza at 4am if your'e sad but also accidentally forget to reply to your messages for 8 months." - Coltre
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
2000th.
"I am a hot mess. Minus the hot and triple the mess." - Shahs of Sunset
Monday, May 11, 2015
Sunday, May 10, 2015
1998th.
"'Toska.' He leaned forward, too. 'It's a Russian word. It has no translation into any other language, but the closest I've heard is the ache. A longing. The sense that something is misisng, and even if you're not sure what it is, you ache for it. Down to your bones.'" - Maggie Hall
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