Inside, Out

A twenty-something college student living in Atlanta whose life is consumed by.....well, life.
Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate. (Abandon all hope ye that enter here.)
- Dante, The Inferno. (via jolienoire)

lecoil:

Delightful story of the day: Yale accepts the Crouch quadruplets into the Class of 2014. Full story at the NY Times.
(Photos by Christopher Capozziello, thanks to Kai Chic for the heads up)

lecoil:

Delightful story of the day: Yale accepts the Crouch quadruplets into the Class of 2014. Full story at the NY Times.

(Photos by Christopher Capozziello, thanks to Kai Chic for the heads up)

Even though I have to drive four hours on Tuesday, I really wish it would snow in Atlanta tonight.

(via rominatrix)

tweexcore:

Laughing so much. SO good.

Jeffrey Eugenides

Girls who didn’t get enough drama when they were younger.

Chuck Klosterman

Boys who don’t read.

Chuck Palahniuk

Boys who can’t read.

Jane Austen (or Bronte Sisters)

Girls who made out with other girls in college when they were going through a “phase”.

Charles Dickens

Ninth graders who think they’re going to be authors someday but end up in marketing.

Mark Twain

Liars.

Harper Lee

People that have read only one book in their life and it was To Kill A Mockingbird (and it was their assigned reading in the ninth grade).

Nick Hornby

Guys who wear skinny jeans and the girls that love them.

Hunter S Thompson

That kid in your philosophy class with the stupid tattoo.

Toni Morrison

Female high-school English professors that only have an undergraduate degree.

Herman Hesse

People that own one straw chair in their house.

Michael Pollan

The girl that just turned vegan to cover up her eating disorder.

Virginia Woolf

Female high-school French teachers that have their master’s degree.

READ THE WHOLE LIST. Oh my god.

fuckyeahtattoos:

scrivo I vivo
Italian for “I write” I “I live”
Taken from Puccini’s opera La Boheme
The song: Che Gelida Manina (what a frozen little hand), in which the main character, a poet, meets the girl for the first time.  She says she has no way of knowing what kind of a person he is, and he responds by saying “What do I do? I write. How do I live? I live.”
“scrivo” is in my father’s handwriting, “vivo” is my mother’s.
I got this done in italy this summer.  It is a tattoo I have wanted since I was 18 (I am 25 now) and a phrase that has become a sort of personal mantra for me.
via: Kate

fuckyeahtattoos:

scrivo I vivo

Italian for “I write” I “I live”

Taken from Puccini’s opera La Boheme

The song: Che Gelida Manina (what a frozen little hand), in which the main character, a poet, meets the girl for the first time.  She says she has no way of knowing what kind of a person he is, and he responds by saying “What do I do? I write. How do I live? I live.”

“scrivo” is in my father’s handwriting, “vivo” is my mother’s.

I got this done in italy this summer.  It is a tattoo I have wanted since I was 18 (I am 25 now) and a phrase that has become a sort of personal mantra for me.

via: Kate

fuckyeahtattoos:

“Don’t wear your wishbone where your backbone ought to be” has always held a lot of meaning for me, as the person I love lives on the other end of the world. This way, it’s lucky.
Submitted by http://myheartandi.tumblr.com

fuckyeahtattoos:

“Don’t wear your wishbone where your backbone ought to be” has always held a lot of meaning for me, as the person I love lives on the other end of the world. This way, it’s lucky.

Submitted by http://myheartandi.tumblr.com

garconniere:

bunnysuit:

bunnymitford:(via mouthfullofgommy)
iloveyousew:

mitfordesque:

feminismisforlovers:

cettefemme:

Finally someone else who gets it!

iloveyousew:

mitfordesque:

feminismisforlovers:

cettefemme:

Finally someone else who gets it!

jolienoire:

chiefofaffections:(via poetic)