i really hate people who think that “freedom of speech” means “i can be as rude and insulting as i want and you’re not allowed to get mad”
The people who come running to hug you after you haven’t seen them in awhile are my favorite type of people.
do you ever get weirded out by the fact that everyone around you is constantly within their own mind and thinking a million secret thoughts and battling internal struggles just like you and that you’re not the only one who thinks these things and that the people around you aren’t just faces meant to fill up your life but they’re actually really deep people who have a lot more to them than you ever actually even think about
Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage.
But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other.
some authors could really use a “plot twist limit” or a “you’ve killed too many characters already” notification you know
- Me reading Allegiant: Fuck you, Veronica Roth.
Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.
Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me