If you’re a writer and you see this post, stop what you’re doing.

mark-helsing:

WHENEVER YOU SEE THIS POST ON YOUR DASH, STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND WRITE ONE SENTENCE FOR YOUR CURRENT PROJECT.

Just one sentence. Stop blogging for one minute and write a single sentence. It could be dialogue, it could be a nice description of scenery, it could be a metaphor, I don’t care. The point is, do it. Then, when you finish, you can get back to blogging.

If this gets viral, you might just have your novel finished by next Tuesday.

(via writerlyintent)

ruinedchildhood:

Relationship goals.

ruinedchildhood:

Relationship goals.

byeexcess:

youbestnotmiss:

smitethepatriarchy:

viva-la-fat:

"You’re 6’4", 240-pound Marine, and you’re injured, and you need a Marine next to you to carry you back to safety, and the Marine next to you is a 5’4" woman who weighs 115 pounds,"

No problem.

in before “well most women can’t do that” because NEWS FLASH most men can’t either, that’s why it’s a highly specialized career that requires a lot of devoted training

Last month I carried a grown man on my shoulders over 50m:s, (just like she does here) and that’s when the weight started getting the better of me…

byeexcess:

youbestnotmiss:

smitethepatriarchy:

viva-la-fat:

"You’re 6’4", 240-pound Marine, and you’re injured, and you need a Marine next to you to carry you back to safety, and the Marine next to you is a 5’4" woman who weighs 115 pounds,"

No problem.

in before “well most women can’t do that” because NEWS FLASH most men can’t either, that’s why it’s a highly specialized career that requires a lot of devoted training

Last month I carried a grown man on my shoulders over 50m:s, (just like she does here) and that’s when the weight started getting the better of me…

(via mindy-fit)

"She gets up too early, plays tennis too hard, wastes time and feeling on trifles and drinks Coca-Colas the way Samuel Johnson used to drink tea.  She is a scribbler on telephone pads, inhibited nail-nibbler, toe-puller, pillow-grabber, head-and-elbow scratcher, and chain cigarette smoker.  When Carole Lombard talks, her conversation, often brilliant, is punctuated by screeches, laughs, growls, gesticulations and the expletives of a sailor’s parrot.”

I love everything I do.  I’m immensely interested in and enthusiastic in everything I do, everything.  No matter what it is I’m doing, no matter how trivial, it isn’t trivial to me.  I give it all I got and love it.  I love living.  I love life.  Eating, sleeping, waking up again, skeet-shooting, sitting around an old barn doing nothing, my work, taking a bath, talking my ears off, the little things, the big things, the simplest things, the most complicated things — I get a kick out of everything I do while I’m doing it.  If I don’t love what I’m doing I don’t DO it.  But if I have to do something I’m not nuts about now and then, as who doesn’t, I DO it and get it over with.  I never anticipate trouble.  I never worry, never fret.  I can’t duck issues.  Ducking issues causes more grief than the issues themselves ever do.  I never sit around and clutch my head and moan, ‘I HAVE to do so-and-so, alas Lo, the poor Lombard!’ — I just say, ‘Let’s DO it’ or ‘Okay, let’s GO!’ —and it’s done and there’s nothing to it.”
— Carole Lombard, 1938

Happy birthday Jane Alice Peters aka Carole Lombard!! (October 6, 1908 - January 18, 1942)

(Source: gingerrogerss, via idreamofyesterday)