Do not mock a pain that you haven’t endured.
Ugh, I hate stairs
don’t you just hate it when you want to get to know someone but you have no idea what to talk about
a pack of “nice guys” should be called a fedoration
I have never reblogged something so fast before in my life.
be nice to people because the world is a shitty place and we all need a little help sometimes
i’m in the mood for a boy with a deep voice to tell me nice things
Sit in the center of a library. Somewhere where you can see people. Don’t read a book; read the people around you. See the little girl working on her math homework, the teenage boy bobbing his head to the song he is listening to, the girl across from him who cannot stop staring at him, the men with ties too tight looking at long lists of numbers, the girl hiding behind a pile of books, and the women ripping her paper in half. Somehow I now realize every person is a book with a unique story to tell.