Anyway, I say all of this now and I’ll probably be googling Sylvia Plath quotes in a week but whatever, just bear with me for a second. Being truly happy, to me, is a choice you have to make. I wasn’t aware of this before. I thought happiness, like dying, was a guarantee but, oops, it’s not. It involves hard work and not succumbing to the attractive lure of melancholy.

What You Have To Do In Order To Be Truly Happy by Ryan O’Connell. This piece really captures my sometimes-struggles with blue moods. I just enjoy somber music and snow-reflected blue lighting and sad poetry too much sometimes and I forget that actually nothing is wrong at all. (via lajoiedevivre)

Dear Mark Ruffalo,

You are so attractive. And I truly admire your willingness to be naked in almost of all your films. That really means a lot to me. Emotionally, spiritually, and physically. You seem like the kind of dude who’s nude all the time anyway. You give me a strong hippie vibe. Like you’re probably smoking a blunt naked right now in your treehouse in Laurel Canyon. Take me there, Mark. I wanna go there.

Thought Catalog (via collegecandy)

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I'm Meg. I'm 20 and studying both English Literature and Psychology.

I really like J.Crew, lipstick, coffee, bad movies, and talking about gender theory in literature. Currently, I'm learning how to cook so I can fulfill my dream of being on Chopped, mostly so I can ask Ted where he gets his fabulous ties.

I think I'm pretty hilarious, but I also thought it was a good idea to cut bangs, so really my judgement is probably not all that sage.