“Get excited about the little things. About wearing a new outfit for the first time. About Sunday brunches with your best friends. About the new cute guy in your class. About finding an extra dollar in your pocket. About anything that even remotely makes you happy because as you grow up, passions fade and enthusiasm gets mistaken for foolishness. So don’t let the grey world stop you from shining.”—note to self (via cexjay)
be a pal and like people’s text posts. reblog their selfies. respond to their questions. even if you don’t know the answer and even if you’ve never really talked to them before. there’s nothing worse that feeling alone on a website where everyone promotes love and friendship.
I’m so fucking weird It’s like: I’m the nicest rude person you’ll ever meet. I don’t give a fuck about anything but at the same time, I care about a lot. I hate people but I want to be everyone’s friend. I hate myself but I’m completely fabulous. I need help.
Don’t kiss her as a joke, a dare, or an experiment.
Don’t kiss her expecting something in return.
Don’t kiss her as a pass time, or hobby, or for bragging rights.
Don’t kiss her because everyone wants you to.
Kiss her because she’s beautiful.
Kiss her because her presence is intoxicating
Kiss her because her mouth curls upward like tendrils of smoke
Kiss her because her smile sets you on fire.
Kiss her because her lips are oxygen, and without them, you’ll suffocate.
Don’t kiss her because you can.
Don’t kiss her because you want to,
Kiss her because you need to.
do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general