March 29, 2009
Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder…
Henry David Thoreau (via maryclare) (via madisonanne)
March 25, 2009
enamour:
(via elena♥)
so pretty

enamour:

(via elena♥)

so pretty

icanread:
(via roseharding)
I wish my spanish teacher would get the hint.

icanread:

(via roseharding)

I wish my spanish teacher would get the hint.

March 24, 2009
Perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. That a few dozen hours can affect the outcome of whole lifetimes. And that when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house— the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture— must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. Preserved. Accounted for.
Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story.

God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy.  

Oh how I love this book. 

I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.

Audrey Hepburn

An inspiring and beautiful role model!

(via inspirings)

(via enamour)

March 22, 2009
Raise your hand if you have ever thought any of the following things:

She’s so much prettier than me. I wish I had thighs like that. Why is her complexion so flawless? Man, she’s so outgoing. She seems really popular. I bet she never feels lonely like I do. I never know what to say & she always has the perfect comeback. So many guys like her. Why doesn’t anyone look at me like that? How come I never get any attention the way she does? How come she doesn’t have to work as hard as I do? Why does everything seem to happen so easily for her? She is so beautiful. I wonder if she’s had surgery. I bet she has an eating disorder. What’s her flaw? Why does he like her & not me? Why does she always get invited out & not me? She’s so talented. I can’t do anything as well as she can. How can she live a lifestyle like that? I bet some dude pays for everything. How come I don’t have that arrangement? I hate her. I hate myself. Why do I suck so much?

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.
Sigmund Freud (via psychotherapy) (via enamour)
March 16, 2009