“People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that’s not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.”—Jodi Picoult, Handle With Care (via runawaytrain)
Stick with friends who saw you, when nobody else did. Stick with friends who you can call assholes, and know it's a code word for I love you. Stick with friends who look at your mistakes, and think it's fucking awesome. Stick with friends who don't give a fuck when you're crying, because they know you're stronger than that. Stick with friends who were true to you from the very start.
Hello Tumblrs. Look at your posts, now back to mine, now back to yours, now back to mine. Sadly, yours aren't mine. But if you stopped posting about other things, and started reblogging me, they could be like mine. Look down, back up. Where are you? You're on tumblr reading the post your post could be like if it was mine. I'm on a computer.
Let's face facts. If you're ugly then life is going to be harder for you. People say that personality matters the most and I agree, but the world is shallow. The people who are lucky enough to be born good looking will always be one step ahead. Sucks but that's the truth. Society is fucked