I’d kill to fall asleep in a tent right now, somewhere really beautiful with a lot of trees and mountains with the sound of rain coming from outside.
hearing your favourite song on the radio is 5000x more exciting than hearing it on your ipod.
"you are what you eat" i don’t remember eating a huge disappointment
I love girly girls that wear bright colors and floral patterns and have long hair
I love androgynous girls with spiky hair that wear baggy jeans and sweaters
I love sweet innocent girls in sundresses with wide eyes and soft voices
I love hardcore girls with tattoos and piercings with attitude
I just love girls (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Ghost (paraphrased from memory, but still the same idea)
I honestly cannot think of any better way to put the feeling of being a camp counselor into words.
Every once and a while, a bunch of notes pops up on this post. It warms my heart to know that other people are as touched by these words as I was the first time I heard them. So much has changed in the past two years since that night. Tears, smiles, pain, and joy…memories I’ll cherish and people I’ll never forget. Yet still these words remain as one of the most simple facts I’ve come to know. There’s a reason a piece of my heart will always stay at camp.
I was sitting on my friends bed with her when she came out as gay
and I was looking through a Chinese food pamphlet
so I put it down, looked at her and said “I was going to suggest ordering food but I see now you’d prefer to eat out”
and I don’t think she’s ever really forgave me