im really jealous of people who can accept themselves and be confident and actually like how they look because it fucking kills me looking in the mirror and just wanting to cry and crumble into little pieces
(Source: my-body-not-yours, via radical-illusion)
I met an eleven year old chess genius.
I told him no matter how smart he was,
he was still a child.
He went on to say that for his age he was
smart and more so than the children his age.
So I asked him, “What is love?”
With confidence. he replied, “To have feelings
or affection towards someone…
my mom is trying to pick a colour for her new wheelchair and me and my dad are telling her to get black and she’s just like “but how will I know if someone is stealing it” and my dad is just like “because you’ll be sitting on the floor” and she slapped him
(via irreplaceable-bliss)
