A Blonde & Her Bottle

?   2L/snarky coffee addict. This tumblr represents the constant swirl of randomness that is my brain.

twitter.com/BottledBlondie:

    "It’s not my responsibility to be beautiful. I’m not alive for that purpose. My existence is not about how desirable you find me."
    — 14 hours ago with 2220 notes
    "But when we sit together, close, we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory."
    Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (Hogarth Press, 1931)

    (Source: pensivefrangipani, via aireaters)

    — 15 hours ago with 1677 notes
    "I like her. She makes life interesting. She, herself, is interesting, I suppose. She talks right from the heart. I appreciate her frankness and I like the fact that she doesn’t force the natural flow of a conversation. There’s personality in her words. She thus gets to the core of things and that’s important because with her — I can talk knowing that the talk is real! Oh believe me, it’s amazingly real! And she also gives me the opportunity to listen as fully and completely as possible. And I can’t seem to get her out of my head […]"
    — 19 hours ago with 18045 notes