“I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.”—Girls, HBO (via thatkindofwoman)
i don’t understand people who are against gay marriage and use the statement “i just couldn’t see myself marrying someone of the same sex” well 1) fucking duh you’re straight and 2) gay marriage isn’t about you special snowflake.
do you guys realize we can change our lives any time we want like you can just go ahead and delete ur blog, stop eating meat, shave or head, start running, tell that person you hate why you hate them so much, confess your love to someone and kiss them unexpectedly like why don’t we do that
one of my friends noticed a mosquito had landed on his bicep so he flexed and the rush of blood to his biceps muscle filled up the mosquito so much it exploded and to this day it’s one of the most badass things I’ve ever heard
the actual, physical ache you feel in your chest and in your bones when you’re so sad is fucking awful.
Ever since losing my grandpa this feeling has been too real for me. Now I can have dreams that are meant to be sad and that feeling is resurfaced. I get a little sad and I remember that feeling. It just hurts so much.
“You shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you.”
Finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. But only them. Only they have earned it. No sadness for anyone else, at all, ever.