Reading in my new hammock. Gotta love those lazy summers. (Taken with instagram)
It’s rough getting old.
— Fruit Bats
Why am I so afraid to be imperfect? I hold myself to sometimes unreasonably high expectations. These wild expectations are entirely my own, things I create in my head, yet when I can’t reach them I most often feel upset because I feel as though I am letting other people down. And I hate letting people down.
— Matilda