Something Great

My old bio said I was 23 which means I haven’t been on here in 3 years. I’m 26 now so...hi!

[samanthadee]

[samanthadee]

Night one of @horrornightsorl was pretty great-let the Halloween season begin 👏🏻 #hhn26 #youwontstandachance #vamp55 #scarezone

[samanthadee]

Monday morning necessities ☕️😌 @findtype #coffee #caffeineplease

[bonjourfrenchwords]

Don’t take life seriously, you won’t get out alive anyway. — Bernard Le Bouyer de Fontenelle, French author

[samanthadee]

I could think of any other caption that "this is a pretty picture". So here's a pretty picture #floridalife #disneysprings #dcp2016

[vikkisweet-blog]

[specialopz]

[theliteraryjournals]

But let us get one thing straight: the best years of our lives are not behind us.

Marina Keegan, The Opposite of Loneliness: Essays and Stories (via theliteraryjournals)

[typeworship]

There’s something of the 1920’s in this intricate decorative piece by @iamariamontes #lettering http://bit.ly/293QS6k

[luxuryon]

[wordsnquotes]

…You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.

J.R.R. Tolkien  (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

Sometimes memories can hurt so much, Especially if they can’t be relieved.

Kriti. G (via wnq-writers)

[wordsnquotes]

Care about what other people think and you will always be their prisoner.

James Frey, A Million Little Pieces (via wordsnquotes)

[samanthadee]

When my ombré hair finally decided to do its job 👏🏻 #snapchatlips

[fyp-philosophy]

Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.

The Dalai Lama (via fyp-philosophy)

[fyp-philosophy]

Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance.

George Bernard Shaw (via fyp-philosophy)

[theliteraryjournals]

Yet, I didn’t understand that she was intentionally disguising her feelings with sarcasm; that was usually the last resort of people who are timid and chaste of heart, whose souls have been coarsely and impudently invaded; and who, until the last moment, refuse to yield out of pride and are afraid to express their own feelings to you.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground (via theliteraryjournals)