Mark Twain (via fuckinq)
Joyce Meyer (via expiry)
|elementary school:||I went to bed at 10|
|everyone:||omg thats so cool|
|middle school:||I went to bed at 10|
|high school:||I went to bed at 10|
|college:||I went to bed at 10|
|everyone:||is that even possible|
Abortion seems to be the only medical procedure that people want to deny you based on how you got in that situation.
Drove drunk, got in an accident and need an organ transplant? No problem.
Messing around with a gun, accidentally shoot yourself in the leg and need surgery? Of course.
Smoke tobacco for most of your life and need treatment for lung cancer? Yep.
Climb a tree, fall out and break your leg? We’ll fix that right up.
Have sex and get pregnant when you don’t want to be? YOU GOT YOURSELF INTO THIS SITUATION AND YOU DESERVE NO MEDICAL HELP OR COMPASSION! THIS IS YOUR FAULT AND YOU WILL DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES!
I’m not saying that at some point love isn’t staying up until 2am phone calls or stealing kisses when you least expect it or instantly falling for each other’s favorite songs - because it is - or at least that’s what the lead up to it feels like, but real love is so much more. It’s going out at 12am to get something to eat for your wife who can’t get out of bed. It’s listening to them as they explode with vulnerability on your living room couch, talking about how they were only so young when their parents passed on. It’s remembering how someone likes their coffee in the morning without asking - without ever asking. It’s visiting someone in the hospital knowing the last thing you want to do is see them in that condition. It’s wanting to be with that person despite everything, the future, the past, and everything in between. It’s the intimate things that you don’t even realize involve such intimacy, but they do in secret, like the pinky promises you two made behind your back, to love one another for always, in the time you thought you were in love, when you were actually just on your way to it.
Unknown (via bdmar)