When your best friend finds someone and starts to forget about you…
"I feel like it’s easy for individualism to turn into pretentiousness. I see that a lot in film school. I’m hoping to find a way to carve out my own identity, while remaining approachable."
"I’m having some trouble with my friends."
“I think we’re just reaching the age when everyone realizes that everyone talks behind each other’s backs.”
|Rebecca, age 8:||When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.|
|Terri, age 4:||Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.|
|Danny, age 7:||Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.|
|Nikka, age 6:||If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.|
|Elaine, age 5:||Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.|
|Chris, age 7:||Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.|
|Mary Ann, age 4:||Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.|
Fuck you, fuck him, fuck her, fuck them, fuck here. Everything should FUCK OFF
after a while i became convinced that the words were mocking me
I WAS PROMISED A BATTLE
*throws down gauntlet*
Edit: Went back. This is the best thing to happen to my dashboard ever.
Reblogging again because my followers need to see this. To be clear, rebog, go to your actual blog, then click the picture.
My HONY book arrived in Pakistan today. Though it was five months late, it was my favorite birthday present of the year.
In a country where people fight for survival everyday, I’m one of the fortunate few whose biggest worry right now is getting through medical school. In my part of the world, people like me, no matter how much we try to deny it, live in a bubble. And our problems are called “first world problems.” Maybe it will surprise people to see a “Pakistani” so in touch with the Western World. To see something other than the hatred that the world seems to notice radiating from here. But in my little bubble here in Pakistan, I find inspiration in the stories shared on Humans of New York, because they depict more than what the common man perceives. Yes, Pakistan as a nation suffers more than the rest, we do have a billion and one problems, but HONY reminds me that above everything else we are individuals. That just how every Pakistani is not the same, neither is every American. It reminds me to love and respect everybody— something many people here tend to have forgotten. The pictures and stories on HONY almost always make me feel like anything is possible.
"My girlfriend and I were friends for a long time before we started dating."
“What’s the toughest part of that kind of relationship?”
“Probably just starting it. Most relationships just start out fast and go. When you start dating a friend, you basically have to sit down one day and talk about logistics.”