Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
Anne Lamott   (via modernhepburn)

(Source: jerfreyy)


kobetyrant:

submitter: *skip to 3:12* I was at my first Beyoncé concert and some guy was holding a really rude sign saying “You can’t sing” so during crazy in love she hit her note early and told him to hit the same note and he butchered it then she walked away and said ‘exactly’. She played it off as casual for the cameras but everyone in the crowd was dying laughing cause we knew