The Phone Call To Chris But Dumb

One of my best friends has decided she wants to learn how to do makeup but she didn’t want to wear it herself because its bright colourful eyes and lips and glitter and she hates the attention. 

Now. My entire closet is made up of brown and black and dark greens and blues. I do not wear makeup but I also don’t care about people starring. So now, she wakes me up every few days super early to do my makeup. And you know what? It’s one of my favourite parts of the day. She puts on my hot pink eyeliner and I walk to my modern literature class feeling hot as hell. Telling everyone my friend did my makeup so proudly. And I’ve suddenly realized that no matter how much I hate mornings and the fact that by the end of the day my makeup is smudged it is all worth it to see my friend beam at me when she sees me and I tell her how many compliments I got. Because she still won’t wear eyeshadow anything outside of neutrals and I still won’t wear clothes brighter than a navy blue. And its like I have a little part of her every time I go to class. 

i did this at 3 am

when mrs. marks says that her niece is in a play with your son

straight friend groups be like: *the jock* *the cheerleader* *the nerd* *kyle*

gay friend groups be like: *the depressed theatre kid* *the new kid with severe anxiety* *the loud bisexual one who's actually really insecure* *ginger number 1 who's really misunderstood but really loves his friends* *ginger number 2 who likes latin and lost his will to live somewhere in middle school* *tall mother hen who everyone underestimates but is actually incredibly smart* *knox*

Here's to the disabled people who aren't inspirations. Who aren't "overcoming their diagnosis" and achieving incredible things "despite their disability." Here's to the people struggling in school. Here's to the people on sick leave. Here's to the dropouts. The unemployed. The ones on welfare and disability. The ones who are economically dependent on others. The ones in the hospitals and the group homes. Here's to the ones whose struggles aren't lessened by extraordinary abilities and achievements. Here's to the ones struggling - and failing - to be average. I see you, and I hope you know that you are just as worthy of respect, support and compassion as anybody else - cause you are! Not being able to do certain things doesn't make you less of a person.

What the Living Do, Marie Howe

And if I get a peach tattoo because Jeans pure happiness at having a peach (and him hiding it for later) brought me to tears, then what??

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