“Life isn’t about arriving at your destination, it’s about how many shots you take on the plane.. Your goal should always be to enjoy the ride as much as you can.”

—	Nice is Just a Place in France

While Nice is just a place in France, happiness will always be a foreign state of mind. But fuck it. Let's rage.

The Betches, Nice is Just a Place in France: How to Win at Basically Everything

So hold your head up high, reserve your smiles for those who really deserve them, and let the world know it’s your bitch.

The Betches, Nice Is Just a Place in France: How to Win at Basically Everything

And even if you don’t have material possessions, pretending like you have your shit together is the best way to have your shit together until you actually do.

The Betches, Nice Is Just a Place in France: How to Win at Basically Everything

If you find yourself caring about something, just remind yourself that you don’t need to give a fuck. Caring is for nicegirls.

The Betches, Nice Is Just a Place in France: How to Win at Basically Everything

Limit yourself to wines with names you can’t pronounce that are made from grapes harvested during or before Full House season one.

The Betches, Nice Is Just a Place in France: How to Win at Basically Everyth

Tears are like lies. The more you use them, the less they’re worth. The moral of the story is: STOP FUCKING CRYING.

The Betches, Nice Is Just a Place in France: How to Win at Basically Everything

“But hope is no less realistic than despair. It is still our choice whether to live in the light or lie down in darkness”

—	The Isle of Blood, Rick Yanc

“There are moments when you can’t believe something wonderful is happening. And there are moments when your entire consciousness is filled with knowing absolutely that something wonderful is happening.”

—	Rainbow Rowell, Attachments

“I stood in front of my mirror and turned slowly, watching the skirt twirl up and fall around my knees. I wanted to be a girl that could wear a dress like this. Instead, the girl in the mirror looked back at me, and I hardly recognized her. She was just some strange girl who’d tumbled off a pyramid, falling into a dream, and now waited, in a beautiful dress, like some princess in a forgotten fairy tale, for someone to come save her.”

—	Dreamland; Sarah Dessen