If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.
But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.
this fucking hit me like a fucking train
Jordan Dreyer|La Dispute
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What hurts most is not that it’s gone. What hurts is remembering that it was ever there. But then with time, that memory stops hurting too.
-I won’t be me anymore.
You will be you, you will always be you. You might even be more you. Because, I’m gonna let you in on a secret now because your body isn’t you, your soul is you, and they can never cut into your soul.” — Red Band Society, 1x01, Pilot (via timenolonger)
“I’ll never be busy enough to not miss you.” — (via yourlifeisyourmessage)