”I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street and even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.”
November 2011
when a girl on facebook posts,
“people dont actually hate you. They hate the fact that you’re the reflection of what they want to be.”
no, bro. they actually hate you.
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every man in this village is a liar *: romney/perry: a fanfic →
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it was the night before iowa.
mitt romney entered his hotel room.
he was surprised to see rick perry standing there wearing nothing but an american flag.
“w-what are yo—” he questioned, stuttering.
he was interrupted by a kiss.
suddenly gays, abortion, immigration, national security, the…
- so apparently it’s hunting season in stowe
- where I am staying
- and they say when you go out into the woods you should wear bright colors
- so naturally I’m wearing black and gray
- animal colors
- W
- E
- L
- P
- it’s been nice knowing you
it’s like you’re screaming and no one can hear. you almost feel ashamed, that someone could be that important, that without them, you feel like nothing. no one will ever understand how much it hurts. you feel hopeless, like nothing can save you and when it’s over and it’s gone, you almost wish you could have all that bad stuff back, so that you could have the good.
