my priorities are getting the highest grades possible with the least effort made
monkeymanwhore: When you’re gone The pieces of...
You won’t allow me to go to school. I won’t become a doctor. Remember this:...– Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl (via ijustreallyfuckinglovecats)
Is it bad to miss how things were before? Now that it’s over, is that just not allowed? Because I’m trying, I promise I am, it’s just…difficult. And when we talk, it’s even harder, because I want to be there to make you smile. I want to see that smile of yours and know that I put it there. I don’t know anymore. I know it’s not going to change. I’m...
Everything is going to be amazing. Just wait.