my hands are more sore from cutting fruit than my legs are from running
I think that’s what’s wrong with the world. No one says what they feel, they always hold it inside. They’re sad, but they don’t cry. They’re happy, but they don’t dance or sing. They’re angry, but they don’t scream. Because if they do, they feel ashamed. And that’s the worst feeling in the world. So everyone walks with their heads down and no one sees how beautiful the sky is.
― (via thelovewhisperer)
please no one I actually know in real life read this or I’m going to have to recreate a private blog so I can bitch about my life and that’s too much of a hassle so if you could just give me this one ounce of privacy, that’d be great thank you.
