Let the mind games begin.

Gratia (gra-tzee-ah) ∞
a first year university student whose thoughts constantly engulf her.
what-do-i-wear:

3.1 Phillip Lim Blouse (sample sale) H&M Skirt, Prada Sandals. (image: mypreciousconfessions)

what-do-i-wear:

3.1 Phillip Lim Blouse (sample sale) H&M Skirt, Prada Sandals. (image: mypreciousconfessions)

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Sometimes I think I’m too gun to be a scientist. I should be a graphics designer.

sick of letting myself down, really.

i’ll never lower my standards, ever

Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don’t try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It’s the one and only thing you have to offer.

Barbara Kingsolver (via amandaonwriting)

(via teachingliteracy)

The brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. Because the brick walls are there to stop the people who don’t want it badly enough. They’re there to stop the other people.

Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture (via resisted)

(via resisted)

I imagined the lies the valedictorian was telling them right now. About the exciting future that lies ahead. I wish she’d tell them the truth: Half of you have gone as far in life as you’re ever going to. Look around. It’s all downhill from here. The rest of us will go a bit further, a steady job, a trip to Hawaii, or a move to Phoenix, Arizona, but out of fifteen hundred how many will do anything truly worthwhile, write a play, paint a painting that will hang in a gallery, find a cure for herpes? Two of us, maybe three? And how many will find true love? About the same. And enlightenment? Maybe one. The rest of us will make compromises, find excuses, someone or something to blame, and hold that over our hearts like a pendant on a chain.

Janet FitchWhite Oleander (via creatingaquietmind)

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