I so freaking hate all this drama. Why can’t people just be nice to each other and do their thing.
you deserve someone who isn’t embarrassed to love you and tells all their friends about you and saves your selfies, whether they’re good or bad to look at when they miss you and loses sleep to talk to you and tells you how much they love you and how beautiful you are all the time and i really hope you find that one day because you deserve to be loved
Scott Woods (X)
he motherfucking dropped the truth.
THAT’S THE PRICE YOU PAY FOR OWNING EVERYTHING
this is a super important explanation to think about whenever you feel like telling someone that something isn’t racist because you don’t hate x person.
I probably reblogged in the past, but here it is again in that case.
In his poem, “A Brief for the Defense,” Jack Gilbert attempted an answer. “We must risk delight,” he wrote. Life contains everything. Tear gas in Ferguson. Books read on the grass. Foley’s murder. Dancing in New Orleans, till sunrise blots the stars. We’re meat—fragile and finite. But joy is survival. Molly Crabapple We Must Risk Delight After a Summer Full of Monsters | VICE United States (via snitnation)