Just to be clear, I am dialing another woman to go see Italy On Ice right now.
-That’s fine. Do it!
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this is how i feel most of the time
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Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.
— To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
We were in Greece, we danced, I was gay, we were happy.
—COLIN FIRTH IS THE BEST HUMAN (via apriki)
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Growing Up…
Something came to mind today as I was thinking about what I’ve been doing the past few months in a vain attempt to figure out what I wanna be when I “grow up.” (And of course this is probably gonna turn out to be one of those cliche posts.) I want a job that I actually care about without being utterly pretentious about it. My coworker asked me today whether I minded wiping people’s butts as a CNA but I actually don’t. Initially, the very idea of it was horrifying… but when I look at my patients and their struggle to find something to cling onto in this world, to have a reason to live… nothing else matters. I don’t want them to give up. I don’t know if this is just one of my inane bursts of energy stemming from this deep need to pick a damned career already, or that I actually mean it, or it’s merely naivety from lack of experience in this particular field… but I do know that it’s something I definitely want to explore deeper. I used be blatantly opposed to the idea of being a nurse because of all the rumored “dirty work” involved in the field but now that I’ve actually had a sense of what it’s really like, I realize that nothing else matters when I care.
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