For you to insult me, I must first value your opinion. —(via fuckingdraco
I wanted to tell you that I couldn’t stop thinking about your face. That you had burrowed your way so deep into my veins that I would fucking bleed you. That if I died tomorrow, I could go a happy man for having felt your lips on my skin.
—A. Meredith Walters, Bad Rep
Remember, it’s your job to look for something cool in everyone you meet; it’s not their job to show you. This is life, not a fucking sales convention. —Mark Manson (Fuck Yes or No)