I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons,
And maybe we'll never know most of them.
But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from,
We can still choose where we go from there.
Chermaine. 22. Graduate Student. MI.
I’m attracted to intelligence. Not the book smart type of intelligence. I could care less whether you’ve gone to college or how much money you make because of it. I like intelligent conversations that make me think even hours after it’s ended. I soak up words from radical minds.
John Green, Paper Towns (via kittymudface)
i’ll take down nations. i’ll destroy men. I’ll fucking become the next president. I’ll make the next sistine chapel. I’ll find a cure for cancer, all while being the biggest fucking fangirl of a boyband in the entire world. because guess what??? being aware and socially concious and having big dreams does not correlate to how many times i dance in my underwear to what makes you beautiful
Margaret Atwood (via bibliophilebunny)
I can’t stop singing praises to Emma Watson even if I tried like in one single speech she not only advocated for women to be treated equally as men but also touched on the fact that men are also victims of gender inequality while also acknowledging the fact that she is already incredibly privileged
All of the haters can just sit the fuck down because she just killed the game of life
Things rarely go exactly the way you want them to, so sometimes you make due with whatever you can get Endings are never easy; I always build them up so much in my head they cant possibly live up to my expectations, and I just end up disappointed. I’m not even sure why it matters to me so much how things end here.
I guess it’s because we all want to believe that what we do is very important, that people hang onto our every word, that they care what we think. The truth is: you should consider yourself lucky if you even occasionally get to make someone, anyone, feel a little better. After that its all about the people that you let into your life.
And as my mind drifted to faces I’ve seen here before, I was taken to memories of family, of coworkers, of lost loves, even of those who’ve left us. And as I rounded that corner, they all came at me in a wave of shared experience.
And even though it felt warm and safe, I knew it had to end. Its never good to live in the past too long. As for the future, thanks to Dan, it didn’t seem so scary anymore.
It could be whatever I wanted it to be.
J.D.’s final monologue (via whatisredler)