My response: no, actually, it has nothing to do with race.
Him: if it has nothing to do with race, you’ll make this shot and win.
Me: it’s a gender thing (makes shot).
He jumped back, cheered, and then shook my hand.
"First love is scary because it’s like “holy crap, why is this person the first thing I think of in the morning, why am I disappointed when I don’t dream of them? Why is the desire to be with them so much stronger than hunger and thirst and exhaustion? Why does their name look so pretty written down? Why do I feel like I just fell out of a 30 story building when they look at me, and why do I like it?” And you become so comfortable with them that when they leave, your body doesn’t know how to react because they were as common to you as breathing, and now you’re missing a vital part of yourself. You forget that you were someone before them. You think “I was so empty until I met them.” No, you were full. And when you learned about love, you were fuller. Now you’re back to where you were before, and you need to fill yourself with other things. Fall in love with the way sunflowers naturally curve to face the sun, and the way children have no idea about taxes. Fall in love with the fact that you’re here and you’re still able to feel. Fall in love with the idea that you’re still whole, even when it’s 3 am and you can’t remember how to breathe because you think they taught you how to do that."
— Lessons about Heartbreak from a Hypocrite by Megan M. (via laughingcrying)
(Source: radicalteen, via gingerazzi)
"You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select your clothes every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That’s the only thing you should be trying to control."
— Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love (via teenager90s)
Let me tell you something: recovering from an eating disorder is a much bigger accomplishment than having an eating disorder.