There’s all these songs about loving a girl who doesn’t know she’s beautiful. But what about loving a girl that does? How come liking myself makes me less appealing?
— My 12 year old cousin is actually pretty deep (via imjust-a-girl
I absolutely love how Snafu, in The Pacific, has no sense of other people’s personal space. Or if he does, he jus doesn’t even give a shit about it.
No one was cutting Mohawk haircuts. There were no shouts of “Look out, Hitler! Here we come!” It was more a case of “Momma, if you ever prayed for me, pray for me now.”
— Band of Brothers: E Company, 506th Regiment, 101st Airborne from Normandy to Hitler’s Eagle’s Nest (p. 175).
I do not love men: I love what devours them.
How to do and Seniors Honors College Thesis
Run in the mornings.
Drink beer at night.
Don’t drink hard alcohol - studying and hard alcohol do not mix. (I know because I tried, i failed).
Not only will both the running and drinking alleviate you of the immense amount of stress that you will, without a doubt, have during this next year, the running will cancel out all those calories from the beer!
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster
Submitted by optical-elusion.
Orcas - Tysfjord, Norway
No Church In the Wild - Angel Haze
hello Mr. Obama, Comma Mrs. Obama comma future elections, hello Hillary Rodham
Tell me what are the stakes, boiling pot to the plate, we can kill something, steal something, what the fuck does it take
Then tell ‘em you’re just a face that represents the choices they make and tell ‘em they don’t make changes only bigger mistakes
And tell ‘em I said fuck ‘em, thanks for bunches of nothing, land of the fucking free and home of the short comings
Sergeant Guarnere needed to use the latrine. He grabbed a jacket and strolled over to the facility. Sitting down, he put his hand in a pocket and pulled out a letter. It was addressed to Sergeant Martin— Guarnere had taken Martin’s jacket by mistake —but Guarnere read it anyway. Martin’s wife was the author; they had been married in Georgia in 1942, and Mrs. Martin knew most of the members of the company . She wrote, ‘Don’t tell Bill [Guarnere], but his brother was killed in Cas[ s] ino, Italy.’
‘You can’t imagine the anger I felt,’ Guarnere said later. ‘I swore that when I got to Normandy, there ain’t no German going to be alive. I was like a maniac. When they sent me into France, they turned a killer loose , a wild man.’
— Band of Brothers: E Company, 506th Regiment, 101st Airborne from Normandy to Hitler’s Eagle’s Nest
A Soviet partisan, 1942