I guess these past couple of weeks have given me a new perspective on things. Its like when you stand really close to an object you only have one perspective. And when you take three steps back you see the big picture and realize all its flaws.
It is time for me to look forward.
Why are girls always waiting for some “prince charming” to come sweep them off their feet? This urge to have some dude come and change their whole life around. Why can’t they take initiative and go find him? And what’s up with the whole obsessive love thing? Like the edward cullen/jacob love kinda freaks me out. Why do they love that one chick so much? If I were in her shoes, I’d think they’re possessive stalkers. I hate chick flicks and always will.
Audrey Hepburn and husband Mel Ferrer pose for pictures during a roadside excursion somewhere in France, 1956.
(via starsshineonme)