QOTD:”In times of great stress and adversity,its always best to keep busy&plow your anger &your energy into something positive.”-Lee Lacocca
November 2012
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QOTD: “Nature gave us one tongue and two ears so we could hear twice as much as we speak.” - Epictetus
‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’ve got two daughters who will have to make their way in this skinny-obsessed world, and it worries me, because I don’t want them to be empty-headed, self-obsessed, emaciated clones; I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.
” —J.K. Rowling (via peachical)‘Tonight,’ Mom announced happily, ‘is taco night!” —
-Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy by Ally Carter, pg. 1896
Let us all take a moment to appreciate how devastatingly adorable Rachel Morgan is
(via aburningrain)I had to go inside. The door was like a magnet, pulling me close. But before I could cross the threshold, the whole world went upside down. Literally. I was dangeling over Zach’s shoulder, and he was bolting down the alley, cursing under his breath and warning me he wasn’t in a mood to fight.
“But Zach I-“
“I don’t care,” he snapped.
” —(via imagallaghergirl)“Your not my boyfriend!”
“I noticed” —a Zammie moment (via the-british-bombshell)
He was real this time. This wasn’t spy genes and teen hormones running away with me. I wasn’t hallucinating or daydreaming or the victim of some freaky hologram-based countersurveillance diversion.
I was just looking…
At Zach.
“Hey, Gallagher Girl,” he said after … I don’t know … an hour or something, “you gonna let me up now?”
” —Gallagher Girls, Don’t Judge A Girl by her Cover by Ally Carter (via luv-u-4ever-n-always)- My friend: Do you think that guy next to the cafe is hot?
- Me: No way in hell.
- My friend: Do you think that guy by the fountain is hot?
- Me: Him? (snorted) No way.
- My friend: Who's hot in your world? (sighing in exasperation)
- Me: Mm, Zachary Goode.
- My friend: Uh... is there a Zach in our school?
- Me: No. It's a boy from the Blackthorne Academy.
- My friend: Where's the Blackthorne Academy?
- Me: It's in Gallagher Girls.
- My friend: (frustrated) A fictional character again?