mosaics are made from broken pieces but they’re still works of art and so are you
we’ve all got that weird pretty big secret that we don’t really hide but like we don’t flaunt it like “My brother died of cancer” or “I’m gay” or “I tried to kill myself last year” or anything really and when you find out somebody’s big plot twist you know you’re in this friendship for the long run
I’m not feeling very good about myself right now. *sigh* Why do I let being single get to me so much? There are so many things that are good about me but I let that one thing bother me all the time.
i don’t want to be a part of a college system where plagiarism is a worse crime than rape