The Musings of McAwesome
You’re never as good as everyone tells you when you win, and you’re never as bad as they say when you lose.
Lou Holtz (via myquotelibrary)
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.
Brian Andreas (via myquotelibrary)
soundartchronicles:

Never Bird, from Jake and the Neverland Pirates on the Disney Channel. Sometimes I get high and this ends up on the screen. This may be one of the cutest cartoon characters ever.

sometimes i am forced by a tiny person to watch this show. have you heard it speak? HOLY BALLS. <3

soundartchronicles:

Never Bird, from Jake and the Neverland Pirates on the Disney Channel. Sometimes I get high and this ends up on the screen. This may be one of the cutest cartoon characters ever.

sometimes i am forced by a tiny person to watch this show. have you heard it speak? HOLY BALLS. <3

And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
ee cummings (via myquotelibrary)
When God had made The Man, he made him out of stuff that sung all the time and glittered all over. Some angels got jealous and chopped him into millions of pieces, but still he glittered and hummed. So they beat him down to nothing but sparks but each little spark had a shine and a song. So they covered each one over with mud. And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another.
Zora Neale Hurston (Their Eyes Were Watching God)
NEVER

join one of those online paid survey sites. don’t get me wrong, they’ll pay you - but 15 cents for a 25 minute survey and a sea of unwanted e-mails is not worth it.

hookers get paid more. and they even get the occasional on-the-job orgasm.

i guess what i’m saying is: prostitution is the answer.

Do not sabotage your new relationship with your last relationship’s poison.
Steve Maraboli (via myquotelibrary)
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
Rumi (via myquotelibrary)