Depressing thought: in a 100 years almost everyone that’s alive now will be dead and the world will be inhabited by 10 billion or so completely new people.
not so depressing thought: maybe these new people will be less bigoted, sexist and racist.
Depressing thought: I won’t live to see that world.
Not so depressing thought: you can help to create that world.
Live Reality .
Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
— Andrea Gibson (via theunquotables)
I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.101,427 notes
If your girlfriend has sexual intercourse with another girl. Is that considered cheating?
If I’m right handed and I punch you with my left, did I really hit you?
I’ll reblog this every time.