Call me arrogant or whatever, but I seriously am not even flattered anymore when someone calls me pretty.

Like yeah okay, I look good.

So fucking what?

If you really want to compliment me, tell me I’m intelligent.
Tell me I hold insightful conversations.
Tell me you don’t understand me.
Tell me I frustrate you.
Tell me I inspire you.
Tell me I make you think.
Tell me I make you crazy.

Compliment my fucking MIND damn it.

Because telling me I’m pretty means I can only hold your attention until my beauty fades and my tits sag.

But telling me my brain is beautiful means I have the ability to captivate you for a lifetime.

And my, oh my, what a compliment that is.

Christine Tran, How to Really Compliment a Girl (via soulofgold)



i want someone who will go on roadtrips with me and listen to a playlist we made together and sing every song with me like its our last one

"The hardest part about walking away from someone is the part where you realize that, no matter how slowly you go, they will never run after you."
Unknown (via perfect)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)

"Who hurt you so much that you started to hate yourself?"
Midnight thoughts (what made you so sad)