All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
Iain Thomas, from I Wrote This For You (via psych-facts)
You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked ‘female’.
Diana Vreeland (via dead-goats)