You know what’s kind of beautiful?
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.
(Source: timorleste, via our-eternal-embrace)
Tonight I was hit with a hand full of eggs and huge rock on my back and called “Nigger” by a white guy in the backseat of a dark blue truck as I was riding my bike on Westheimer and Jeanetta. They drove too fast for me to get the license plate number. I had to get a cop to drive me home. This night makes me wonder how blacks did it back in the day, and why the community is looking the way it is now. I am trying not to cry, but I am in physical pain from the rock and not understanding why I deserved this.
uugh
I’ve been staring at this for about ten minutes. I’m gonna leave it here so you can do the same.
Just wow.
(via thebombdiggitypop)
A 3 month pregnant woman falls into a deep coma. 6 months later, she awakes and asks the doctor about her baby.
| Doctor: | You had twins, a boy and a girl, and they are both fine. Luckily, your brother named them for you. |
| Woman: | Oh no, not my brother! He's an idiot! What did he name the girl? |
| Doctor: | Denise. |
| Woman: | Well it isn't so bad, and what did he call the boy? |
| Doctor: | Denephew. |
When people ask for candy I’m eating, I give them the flavor I don’t like.
(Source: smilealltheywant, via thebombdiggitypop)
| girl: | i'm having vagina surgery |
| boyfriend: | i know |
| girl: | i love you |
| boyfriend: | i love you too |
| after surgery she wakes up and only dad is there | |
| girl: | where is my boyfriend |
| dad: | who do you think gave you the vagina |
| girl: | what |
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
(Source: honestliars, via ipretendahappiness-idontfeel)
