But deep inside you’re like:
The fake laugh you do when you don't understand what somebody just said to you.
I hate it when teachers say "from all this talking, I assume you're done working."
BITCH, SHUT UP. From all of this complaining, I assume you’re still single.
No one can give you the definition of true love unless they have experienced it themselves.
“The single hand that wipes your tears during your failures is much better than the countless hands that come together to clap on your success.” —(via riinachan)
When you realize a spelling mistake after you hit send....
Reblog if you love Him more than anything else.
This is for the girls who have the tendency to stay up all night listening to music that reminds them of their current situation. Who hide their fears, hurt, pain and tears under their smiles and laughs all on a daily basis. The girls who wear their hearts on their sleeve. The girls who pray things will workout just once and they’ll be satisfied. The girls who scream and cry into their pillows because the rest of the world fails to listen. The girls who have it hard but don’t let anyone know that. The girls who may never have it easy. The girls who have so many secrets but will never tell a soul. The girls who have regrets and mistakes as a daily moral. The girls who don’t always win, who may never win. The girls who stay up all night thinking about that one boy wondering if he’ll ever notice her. The girls who get what they get and don’t throw a fit. The girls who take life as it comes, hoping it’ll get easier somewhere down the road. The girls who love with all their hearts but always get broken. This is for the real girls. This is for you.