we think we’re made of numbers. percentages on tests, pounds on a scale, likes on a photo, price tags on clothes. but we’re not. we are made of love and happiness and they way we laugh. we’re made of good memories and late nights and past-curfews. we have more substance than numbers.
My view on sex is this: If you want, have it. Great. More room in heaven for me
If you really like someones blog, drop them a little message telling them.
If you see someone’s selfie and think they’re pretty, tell them.
If you see someone’s having a hard time or a crappy day, inbox them telling them how much you appreciate it.
If someone posts a cool edit, tell them how awesome it is.
Sharing a little love around the fam isn’t hard and doesn’t take much, but it has a lovely affect and there’s no better feeling that making someone smile. :)
just scored a 34/35 on a test that measures how likely you are to have an eating disorder…….. oh
it’s the 8th month
I cracked the code
October is the 10th month though
It was originally the 8th month but then Julius fucking Caesar decided to add in July and August after himself and his nephew Augustus
we should totally just stab caesar
I get so overwhelmed whenever I get an iTunes gift card
Like what music do I deem worthy enough to legally purchase?