
It’s all the same to me. I’ll take affection in whatever form I can get.
I’ll be whoever you want, if you’ll give me love.

It’s all the same to me. I’ll take affection in whatever form I can get.
I’ll be whoever you want, if you’ll give me love.
11. Does love = sex
…This is a really good question. I guess the idea would be, if you are in love with someone, does it have to lead to/involve/become sex. Or that’s how I choose to interpret it.
I guess I just don’t know. I think it would be very, very difficult to separate sex from romantic love in most instances. I don’t know if I’m mature enough to be in love without sex, to know what to do. It’s probably something to be said about me, that in relationships I want instructions, want to know what I’m ‘supposed to do.’
13. When was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt regardless of how difficult it was for you to say? Who was it? What did you have to tell the person?
I legitimately have no idea how to answer this question. It’s very hard for me to tell people how I feel. It’s much easier under the influence, but I don’t know. Probably Saturday night… my fears, my pain. Nothing monumental. All things that time and poor memory will wipe from the minds of those I trusted, as always.
14. What would be (or what was) harder for you to tell a member of the opposite sex, you love them or that you do not love them back?
No contest, the latter.
I just found a night club in Toronto. Pardon me, not a night club, a 1930’s swing jazz lounge and bar.
I am turning 19 (and legal) in a month. I think I’m going to die of excitement.
OHMYGODWHEREISTHIS EEEEKEEEKKK

you see this right? you think no one would care if you died? no one would notice. Well you’re wrong. I would. and so would so many other people. The girls in your school who didn’t always acknowledge you? they’ll blame themselves. The boy or girl that rejected you? they’ll blame themselves. Everyone will go around saying what a beautiful person you were and how they didn’t see the signs, when really, everyone saw the signs. I promise you, people think you’re beautiful, someone loves you. People are afraid to admit defeat about their feelings. Somebody wants you, somebody needs you. Your mom, your dad, your grandma, your sister, your brother, your best friend? they need you. For all you know, you could be their rock, without you, they might just die. You affect everyone around you, your actions, the things you do. Your smile, might just make someone elses day. Your laugh, might be music to someones ears. So please, listen to me. Put down the pills. Put down the gun. Put down the rope. Put down the razor. You’re strong, you’re beautiful and i believe in you.
always reblog
Dear United States of America,
take notes.
Sincerely,
Human Rights
like seriously how fucking hard is that
oh look no more worry about marrying dogs
perfect
EASY.