Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
(Source: threeoverten, via promisesforkeeps)
If you care about something you have to protect it – If you’re lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live it.
:’) Poor Gale
The Squeezings of my Brain Grapes.: Your Future Is So Very, Very Bright
As I look through my dashboard here on Tumblr, I see so many of my friends feeling discouraged and beaten down. Some of them are hating on themselves for the ways their body looks. Some are tearing themselves apart because they aren’t in a romantic relationship. And some are feeling wrecked…
