"Are we datin’? Are we fuckin’?
Are we best friends? Are we something, in between that?
I wish we never fucked and I mean that.
But not really, you say the nastiest shit in bed and it’s fuckin’ awesome.”
i need to be alone like the way you left me
weekend getaway in Yosemite
Mentally preparing myself for a day wandering around shops hating the way I look and hating myself…
there is now a tinder knock off that instead of matching you with sleazy weird dudes it matches you with dogs looking for a new home
"Do you ever feel like you’re buckling under the biology of it all?"
"Like, do you ever lie in bed at night almost paralysed with the thought we might end up like our parents and there’s nothing we can do about it? Do you ever worry it’s ingrained in us from the very beginning to be cowards or drunks or shut-ins or emotional wrecks? That it’s impossible to avoid?"
The 66th Annual Primetime Emmy Awards Red Carpet (August 25, 2014)
I’m stuck in this stupid cycle of ‘oh my god I should be writing…ohwait this book is just getting good’ and it’s becoming so frustrating. I know I should be writing because I’m making such slow progress but lately I’m just so desperate to forget my crappy life for a while…
"Olivia Wilde, who gave birth to baby Otis in April, was photographed wearing dresses from Lanvin, Prada and Louis Vuitton while breastfeeding her son in the shoot for magazine."
Ok but I love this.