“We need not be afraid to touch, to feel, to show emotion. The easiest thing in the world is to be what you are, what you feel. The hardest thing to be is what other people want you to be.”—Leo Buscaglia (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
Boy: (Falls asleep.) Girl: Hello? Are you sleeping? Boy: (No response.) Girl: Hm. I’ve been meaning to tell you that… I love you. I’m in love with you. Uh, I always have been. Um. I wish I could tell you this when you’re conscious. But.. Boy: (Groggy) Mm, hello? Girl: Oh, hiii? Boy: I love you, too.
Happiness isn’t a feeling, it’s a choice. It’s a choice of forgetting all of the crap, forgetting the fact life is a bitch and people let you down. You have to be there for yourself in order for somebody to be there for you. Happiness doesn’t come over night, it grows. It gets torn down all the time but always manages to slip through the cracks and come back. And it only comes back when you choose to let it.
Because tumblr doesn't ignore me. Because tumblr cares what I say. Because tumblr doesn't have a boyfriend. Because tumblr doesn't start drama. Because tumblr doesn't break promises. Because my followers, whom the most of which I've never met, but care about me more than you could ever. And it makes me happy whenever someone likes any of my posts, reblogs a picture, or replies to a rant. I'm not using it to talk shit about you. I use tumblr to relate to other people around the world in my situation to not only cheer me up, but them too.