I pray for you, the future gunmen of America, I pray for you.
Somewhere in this country there is a boy or girl reading the news with a glimmer of envy in their spirit. A deep unrest in their being. They are hurting, they are silent, and here has presented an opportunity to be heard. They are…
this picture makes me think of my biggest fear. well besides white power windmills..i’m literally terrified of pruned hands. i’m so scared that if my hands are left in water long enough all my skin will come off and just become raw. i’m so scared of it! lotion is my best friend.
i hate that, i hate when someone tells me shit could be worse. yes, of course i have it a lot better than most people but that doesn’t take away from what i have. just like Stephen Chbosky wrote in Perks of Being a Wallflower,
“I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won’t tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn’t change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have.”