Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are
When love finds you, it doesn’t come with crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears in a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky.
Who are you to judge the life I live?
I know I’m not perfect
-and I don’t live to be-
but before you start pointing fingers…
make sure you hands are clean!
We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.
the sun has come out
the sun is gay
*white girl voice* why are the hot ones always gay