“Do you think it matters how many people someone has slept with? No, and it particularly bothers me that women are held to a different standard on this than men. Also, it’s such a weird thing to care about. Like imagine if I started eating Cheerios for breakfast, would Cheerios be like, ‘I’m the 48th cereal you’ve tried eating?! I don’t feel special!’ Well then screw you, Cheerios. I can’t go into the past and un-eat all those cereals, but that doesn’t mean I don’t genuinely enjoy your whole-grain crunch.”—John Green (via damnitfeelsgoodtobeavegan)
“And I’ll be here by the ocean,
Just waiting for proof that there’s sunsets and silhouette dreams.
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes,
And every wave drags me to sea.
I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question, “Is everyone here make-believe?”
With a tear in His voice, He said, “Son, that’s the question.
Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?”—Mayday Parade (via anangellefttobleed)