i hate teachers who give homework over break like do u not understand what a break is do u want me to demonstrate on ur neck
I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
I’m such a sucker for this hopeless romantic bullshit.
For each person there is a sentence—a series of words—which has the power to destroy them.