i hate when people ask “who you tryna look good for?!” bitch myself bye
"My heart started racing, not the bad kind of heart racing, like I’m going to die. But the good kind of heart racing, like, Hello, can I help you with something? If not, please step aside because I’m about to kick the shit out of life."
Maria Semple, Where’d You Go, Bernadette (via quoted-books)