“Our forefathers died for the pursuit of happiness. Not for the sit around and wait for happiness.”

standing still is like running on ice—I only gain a little distance when I fall… tired of telling myself it’s okay to be this tired. this sick and tired of the turns the world takes and the people that it makes us be.

There’s no fault in loving, no cause for shame;
everyone’s heart does exactly the same
and once you believe that, you’ll learn how to say
I love who I love, who I love.