when you were young
i'm marissa and i'm hardly worth your time
Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
-Ernest Hemingway




I encounter millions of bodies in my life;
of these millions, I may desire some hundreds;
but of these hundreds, I love only one
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advantages of being a boy:

  • your boobs don’t get in the way
  • no period
  • your hormones don’t make you feel like a different person every week
  • no childbirth
  • penises are fun
  • shirts always fit over your chest 
  • you can walk around topless in summer without being arrested for it
  • you store less fat

advantages of being a girl:

  • can use your bra as an extra pocket

(Source: ad0lf-hipster)

trillow:

“i need to get something off my chest”
yeah it’s your shirt let me help you with that

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beben-eleben: There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence. On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad! Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased. It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father. Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper. Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. “You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.” The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak. “When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”
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