Because only my school would.
“We know that you’re thinking and no, we’re not related”.
LOL
(via lollieskiss)
“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
—MARGERY WILLIAMS
“The Velveteen Rabbit”
i’m remembering bits and pieces
There was a lot of talk by both our parents through the years about how decisions were made for the best – logical, reasonable arguments about how life would be better this way – and most of the time I agreed. You just get on with life, that’s how you survive. But in the small hours of the morning, after every visit to America, the true raw reality of my parents’ separation broke my heart.
—Michael McIntyre, Life and Laughing
i’m still a little bit reeling from disbelief
like walking proof.
like affirmative action.
like kinda empowering
like kinda saddening
like kinda maddening
like kinda overwhelming
very overwhelming
you can seek the advice of others, surround yourself with trusted advisors. but in the end, the decision is always yours and yours alone. and when it’s time to act and you’re all alone with your back against the wall, the only voice that matters is the one in your head. the one telling you what you already knew. the one that’s almost always right.
—grey’s anatomy (via notstrongonlyaggressive)
(via pride01)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
