i'll deceive you;
There were no sex classes. No friendship classes. No classes on how to navigate a bureaucracy, build an organization, raise money, create a database, buy a house, love a child, spot a scam, talk someone out of suicide, or figure out what was important to me. Not knowing how to do these things is what messes people up in life, not whether they know algebra or can analyze literature.
William Upski Wimsatt (via ricesama)

thurdsay:

after i die i’ll probably still complain

fuckyeahpixivranking:

「弟」/「はくり」

★★★
To you, I know, I’ll only ever be a faint sound
Maybe one you’ll forget the tone of in time
But forever, in my heart, your love will echo its endless melody
One I shall never unlearn
Even after my lonely heart halts.
a-daisy-daydream.tumblr.com (via a-daisy-daydream)