Did you know that cats rub their faces against things that they claim as their territory so if they rub against your face you've just been named an honorary member of that cat’s family like wow thank you cat
There are two types of crushes: 1. A casual crush, you look at them and you’re like “wow you’re pretty cute I'd like to get to know you better” 2. Absolutely, undeniably head over heels oh my god are you f.cking kidding me you are perfect wow I’m literally going to rethink every conversation we’ve ever had for the next 9 hours of my life please love me There is no in between
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April 28, 2013 3:03pm UTC
My friends and I started the first day of kindergarten with sweaty palms and runs in our tights and Dillon got bashful when he saw me get on the bus and hid his head in the seat. And Michelle and I played dress up for hours in her mother's closet talking about what it would be like to act like the big kids. My friends and I started the first day of middle school with sweaty palms and new jeans and Dillon and I kissed under the jungle gym last year but he liked another girl more than me. And Michelle kissed all of her big brother's friends and tried to be just like the big kids. My friends and I started the first day of high school with sweaty palms and big text books and Dillon has been dating Hannah for two months and gives me look in the hallway. And it seems like Michelle has been trying to play dress up in her mother's closet again and all the boys look at her and she loves it and it seems like no one will take you seriously unless you're a big kid. My friends and I said goodbye on the last day of Senior Year with fond memories and our graduation caps and Dillon took his own life last year because Hannah forgot they were dating for a night. And Michelle stays home mostly now because her baby needs her more than she needs her degree and it scares me now because we are the big kids. Not mine/Tumblr/Follow for a follow
when he was 7 years old, he learned the meaning of hurt, because he knew his father left bruises around his mother's neck. by 10 years old, the sun didn't shine as bright, the grass wasn't as green. everything seeme dull. at age 13, he couldn't tell the difference between nightmares and reality, there were monsters in his head. on his 16th birthday, he counted the scars on his torso and the pills by the night stand, and thought some things through but 3 years later (age 19), he smiled that crooked simle because he could feel the sun on his skin and the blowers were finally blooming and he had made it.