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YOU CAN ONLY REBLOG THIS ONCE A YEAR
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At age 23, Tina Fey was working at a YMCA. At age 23, Oprah was fired from her first reporting job. At age 24, Stephen King was working as a janitor and living in a trailer.
At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school. At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.
At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook. At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter. At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker. At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs. Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51. Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didn’t get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40. Stan Lee didn’t release his first big comic book until he was 40. Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career to pursue acting at age 42. Samuel L. Jackson didn’t get his first movie role until he was 46.
Morgan Freeman landed his first movie role at age 52. Kathryn Bigelow only reached international success when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57. Grandma Moses didn’t begin her painting career until age 76. Louise Bourgeois didn’t become a famous artist until she was 78. Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You aren’t a failure because you haven’t found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, it’s okay if you don’t even know what your dream is yet. Even if you’re flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where you’ll end up tomorrow. Never tell yourself you’re too old to make it.
Never tell yourself you missed your chance.
Never tell yourself that you aren’t good enough.
You can do it. Whatever it is.
This is so worth reblogging!
Thank you!
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me every morning:
Source: unshrink
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when my mom says that I lie in bed too much and do nothing at all
Source: unshrink
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Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you mustn’t waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.
Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude (via wordsnquotes)
Source: fy-perspectives
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There’s no limit to what you can learn with an open mind.
(via deeplifequotes)
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Kiss her slowly.
Take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be.
Kiss her, but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her skirt or shirt, or tangled up in her bra straps.
Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that yours has ever touched.
Kiss her with a curios childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs.
Kiss her until she moans.
Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist.
Kiss her like she’s the brightest star you’ve ever seen.
Kiss her like the first and last piece of chocolate you’ll ever taste.
Kiss her until she forgets how to count.
Kiss her stupid.
Kiss her silent.
Pull away, and ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.
N M H (via nxshah)
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dang girl are you my appendix because I don’t understand how you work but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out
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Don’t cling to a mistake just because you spent a lot of time making it.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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Being able to find someone you click with so naturally is the best feeling ever. You feel like you’ve been best friends you’re whole life, it feels like you’re coming home. You’re so comfortable with them. Maybe that’s what a soulmate is. Not someone who shares every single thing in common with you, but someone who feels like home.
2011-2018
After multiple years of using Tumblr and my 3 year hiatus I’m back. It’s been a hell of ride. From going to a community college for three years and now a transfer student. Small town to bigger cities and more opportunities. Of course in those 3 years I’ve been on countless dates mostly Tinder and now Bumble.
And now that I’m in a bigger city I am now in a bigger pool of cute dudes. Even with this big pool I still manage to get caught by one and I’m as vulnerable as always. Constantly trying to make the relationship work and make him feel wanted and needed. But then again what about me? Don’t I deserve to feel needed and wanted? If I’m always the one giving why am I not receiving any affection and attention back?
I know my worth but why is it that others can’t see it when I try to give them my all. I always end up in this situation and I’m just so fucking tired of it. Every time I decide to put myself out there again this happens. Maybe it’s time for me to stop trying and to let him come to me because at the end of the day there are TWO people in a monogamous relationship and if only one is trying then it isn’t a relationship.
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Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.
Sigmund Freud (via fyp-psychology)
Source: fyp-psychology.com