my social studies teacher once told us “human beings are the most selfish of all. even when someone dies, you shed tears only because they are no more around to provide you with whatever they had been for so long”
and it has been 3 years since she said this and this is still what i think about at night
But I would walk eight hundred and four point six seven two kilometers
And I would walk eight hundred and four point six seven two kilometers more
Just to be the man who walked one thousand six hundred and nine point three four kilometers
To fall down at your door
The Art of Staying Aloft: a photo series by Gloria Wilson of Small Mysteries.
i will never understand teenage boys ever because a boy in my gym class said he would feel uncomfortable if there was a gay guy in the change room with them and not even 5 minutes later he tried to shove a hockey stick up his friends ass