What’s terrible is to pretend that second-rate is first-rate. To pretend that you don’t need love when you do; or you like your work when you know quite well you’re capable of better. — Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook (via hqlines)
- Teacher: "Can you please tell the class why you're so late?"
- Me: Someone told me to go to hell
- Me: Couldn't find it at first
- Me: But now I'm here