We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.
Das some white people shit.
My roommate and I have had far too much coffee and I think our neighbors hate us
WHO DID THIS
I WAS DYING OF LAUGHTER THE WHOLE TIME
tumblr has educated me on so many things and i can’t go on for a whole 5 minutes in real life without wanting to start a fight with someone
Tumblr has taught me more about feminism, womens rights, rape culture, slut shaming, mental illness etc, more than school ever had. So don’t you dare tell me this website is a complete and utter waste of time
OCTOBER IS NEXT WEEK
OCTOBER IS THIS WEEK
OCTOBER IS TOMORROW
I wish I was better. I wish I was prettier. I wish I was wittier. I wish I was smarter. I wish I was lovelier. So maybe then you could have loved me a little more.