Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.
something someone should have told me when i was eighteen  (via irynka)

im probably the only person to notice this but i love watching/experiencing two strangers slowly becoming close. whether its starting to have feelings for someone or just starting to become a good friend. like you start out with a conversion then it’s more of those conversions, then walking to your next class with them, then it’s deeper conversations. then you can lean your head on their shoulder during class or put your feet on their legs without it being weird. and eventually you are okay with calling them at midnight when your upset over nothing, or showing up at their house just to be around them. no matter who it’s with, the transition from stranger to best friend i find simply beautiful