There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
I babysit for a girl who use to think her mom’s name was “my love” because her dad said it so often to her and that’s just freaking cute I can’t
please be kind to retail employees this holiday season
that guy who’s sold out of the ps4 doesn’t need you making a scene- chances are you’re the fifth person to yell at him today
if nothing else, give your respect to people this Christmas. It could mean a world of difference to the people that don’t get paid enough to deal with the harassment I’ve seen