This is really weird and random but I constantly wish that my boobs were smaller. It’s impossible to find swimsuits that don’t scream slut.
I have this friend and she makes me sad now and I don’t think she is my friend anymore.
There I said it
| me: | walks into school |
| me: | so when can i leave |
In the past week, I spent a lot less time thinking and a lot more time doing and I’m here to tell you it was wonderful. I left my phone in bed and played outside and went to art museums and hiked a couple miles and volunteered at a homeless shelter and kissed my boyfriend senseless. Now I’m very sad to go back to this this horrific place called high school tomorrow.
Wah.
"I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just sit and talk. About love, about life, about anything, about everything. To sit under the moon with all the time in the world, the full-speed train that is our lives slowing to a crawl. Bound by no obligations, barred by no human limitations. To speak without regret or fear of consequence. To talk for hours and about what’s really important in life."
(via rainydaysandblankets)
(Source: herarbitrarymusings, via fortheloveofmegan)
