What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it. you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness. I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.
i love physical touch. like not even kissing and stuff just like. sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing i love knowing im real i love existing with people i love it
“Forget about him. You are losing sleep over a boy who is sleeping well, with a whole other girl on his mind. You are sitting there staring at your phone waiting for a text or call from this boy who is probably already on the phone with that other girl. You are posting or reblogging sad posts on how hurt you are and you miss him.. hoping he sees it but he’s busy worrying about the other girl and her posts. You are crying over that dude but he’s making another girl smile right now. If you aren’t the girl hes giving his all to, then he shouldn’t be the boy you are still dedicated to. Truly that’s just how it is.”—(via itsannaliousbabe)
“I remember when I was younger and I wanted to be beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else.”—(via wank-r)
When you send a girl home from school because her shorts or too short, or her clothing is immodest, you are telling her that hiding her body is more important than her education. You are telling her that making sure the boys have a distraction-free learning environment is more important than her education. In a way, you’re telling her that the boys are more entitled to an education than she is, and that isn’t acceptable.