Or go ahead and believe love is the end goal of everything, just realize that there are lots of different kinds of love from tons of different sources, and that “not having one does not mean you don’t have any of the rest. ” (Brianna Wiest)
the next time you think you’re lonely, just remember you have about 25 billion white blood cells in your body protecting your sorry little ass with their life. you have 25 billion friends who would die for you. no need for tears.
wear your armor
whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”
wear your armor and kick ass
Relationships — whether we’re talking about friends, family, romance, sexual relationships or even the relationship we have with the person who waits for the bus at the same time we do — aren’t like buying jeans, where we have to try and fit into what’s already been made for just anyone. […]
Instead, relationships are something we get to make from scratch with other people, and that we ideally make together as a custom fit.
Suddenly, there is a great rumbling.
Over hill, over dale, through forest, through fog, they come. Some walk. Some fly. Some crawl. Some simply move deep within the bowels of the earth. They are massive in number, terrifying in their fury. They blot out the sun from the grass below. They nearly shake the earth from orbit with their rage.
They are the English majors.
They give a fuck about an Oxford comma.