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I read several dozen stories a year from miserable, lonely guys who insist that women won’t come near them despite the fact that they are just the nicest guys in the world.

…I’m asking what do you offer? Are you smart? Funny? Interesting? Talented? Ambitious? Creative? OK, now what do you do to demonstrate those attributes to the world? Don’t say that you’re a nice guy — that’s the bare minimum.

'Well, I’m not sexist or racist or greedy or shallow or abusive! Not like those other douchebags!'

I’m sorry, I know that this is hard to hear, but if all you can do is list a bunch of faults you don’t have, then back the fuck away..

…Don’t complain about how girls fall for jerks; they fall for those jerks because those jerks have other things they can offer. ‘But I’m a great listener!’ Are you? Because you’re willing to sit quietly in exchange for the chance to be in the proximity of a pretty girl (and spend every second imagining how soft her skin must be)? Well guess what, there’s another guy in her life who also knows how to do that, and he can play the guitar. Saying that you’re a nice guy is like a restaurant whose only selling point is that the food doesn’t make you sick. You’re like a new movie whose title is This Movie Is in English, and its tagline is ‘The actors are clearly visible.’

slaughterhouse90210:

“How easy it was to lie to strangers, to create with strangers the versions of our lives we imagined.” ― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah

slaughterhouse90210:

“How easy it was to lie to strangers, to create with strangers the versions of our lives we imagined.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah

Why are books more interesting than real life? And how does one change their life to make it as interesting?

Asked by withsmt

maggie-stiefvater:

lemonysnicketlibrary:

I’ve never understood the difference between literature and real life.  Base your life on the books you admire most, and never look back.  

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yes yes good yes this

Thank you, Mr. Snicket.

And God said “Love Your Enemy,” and I obeyed him and loved myself.

خليل جبران ‎ Khalil Gibran (via clairant)  (via lephreaux)

This was too real.

(via beaswellgirl)

That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.

read that, again. 

things I need to beat into my brain

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(via girlwiththethirdeye)

alexandrabracken:

“New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it - once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough.” - John Steinbeck

 (at Westsider Books)

alexandrabracken:

“New York is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal, its politics are used to frighten children, its traffic is madness, its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it - once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no place else is good enough.” - John Steinbeck

(at Westsider Books)

ponchopeligroso:

every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes

This really is my life philosophy, more or less.

(via tryingtofindthewords)

Today when I begin writing I’m aware: something that I don’t understand drives this engine.

slaughterhouse90210:

“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.”― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

This is the best Slaughterhouse 90210 I’ve ever seen.

slaughterhouse90210:

“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

This is the best Slaughterhouse 90210 I’ve ever seen.

(via alishalevin)

Beauty privilege is very real. None of us are imagining it, and if we aren’t born genetic lottery winners, our only option is to compensate with style, grace, and charm. Of course, none of that shit comes cheap. That’s kind of the whole point. It’s all meant to be aspirational and exclusionary. We’re supposed to feel depressed by our skin, agitated by our bodies, and anxious about our invisibility. That’s the insidious subtlety of social control.

The worst part is that we know in our rational minds that it’s all bullshit, and yet we’re still plagued with self-loathing when we can’t live up to unattainable beauty standards. No matter how much self-acceptance we achieve, we can still look in the mirror and instantly catalog all the things about ourselves that we don’t think measure up. It’s maddening. It makes us feel like hypocrites even though it’s not our hypocrisy.

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