One of my professors told me that the most intelligent people are often the saddest and most depressed because they actually understand how shitty the world is.
Thank you for this post…
this is awesome.
the number of times i think “i don’t care” while people are talking to me is really getting out of hand
why are mondays so long they take like 3 days to finish
|—||Me, to you. (via ohhhkat)|
the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting
if you date me i will probably wake you up for sex at 4am
if my husband doesnt tear up when im walking down the aisle im turning the fuck around
my husband definitely will because he’s gonna have to put up with me for the rest of his life and that’s enough to make anybody cry
why is the mom telling her daughter she’s ready to shave?
why is the mom calling her daughter mom
maybe they are each other’s moms
She was the kind of girl who no one really noticed at first. She’d sit there quietly without a sound and if you said hi you’d be lucky to get a smile and a nod.
But if you looked closely, you would notice her fingers tapping on the desk, playing an imaginary piano. You would hear her humming under her breath, just loud enough to orchestrate an entire symphony for one and avoid the ‘what are you singing?’.
And if you asked her what she thought of ‘that film’ you’d probably end up talking to yourself, because she would much rather you ask her opinion on the creation of the universe or how war and poverty are justified.
In fact, she didn’t so mind that no one noticed her, because when she was loud the ground trembled beneath her feet and the mountains echoed her roar. Her loudness wasn’t something everyone could handle, so when he walked up to her and they began talking about the world in all its wonder, her heart gave a little sigh, as if to say “Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
|—||Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #30 (via leedleleedleleedleleedlelee)|