I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life.
"But Carrie Underwood was the star and she gets her man in the end. And, ultimately, it was Underwood who got us to even tune in on Thursday. Yet it was Borle, Benanti and McDonald who showed the world how to hold a moonbeam in your hand."
Mark Kennedy from Associated Press (via achorusgirl)
"If you don’t like where you are, move on. You are not a tree."
Unknown (via ugh)
making fun of girls who like starbucks is so stupid like yeah friend you’ve got your smug sense of superiority but i’ve got a pumpkin spice latte so who’s the real winner here