"A boy was staring at me. I was quite sure I’d never seen him before. […] Mahogany hair, straight and short. He looked my age, maybe a year older, and he sat with his tail bone against the edge of the chair, his posture aggressively poor, one hand half in a pocket of dark jeans.

I looked away, suddenly conscious of my myriad insufficiencies. I was wearing old jeans, which had once been tight but now sagged in weird places, and a yellow T-shirt advertising a band I didn’t even like anymore. […] And yet—I cut a glance to him, and his eyes were still on me.

It occurred to me why they call it eye contact.

[…] Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business, after all. So I looked him over as Patrick acknowledged for the thousandth time his ball-lessness etc., and soon it was a staring contest. After a while the boy smiled, and then finally his blue eyes glanced away.  When he looked back at me, I flicked my eyebrows up to say, I win." - The Fault In Our Stars, chapter one


(via chick-named-marylou)

I’m still waiting for someone to tell me they have magic powers

I live in New York,bitch!!!



Misty Copeland - 1st African American Woman to join American Ballet Theatre

she is perfect


Misty Copeland photographed by Henry Leutwyler

be honest… how rad is this picture?

be honest… how rad is this picture?



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Just found out that Dr. Erica Hahn was the abducted girl in silence of the lambs.

Wow. What a talented woman!!

I just wake up each day in a slightly different place. Grief is like a moving river, so that’s what I mean by it’s always changing. It’s a strange thing to say because I’m at heart an optimistic person, but I would say in some ways it just gets worse. It’s just that the more time that passes, the more you miss someone.
 - Michelle Williams  (via grieving-corner, grieving-corner)