my bf told me a story about how when he was in the 7th grade he was really sick and almost died and had to stay in bed and no one came to see him on his birthday but his world of warcraft friends threw him a virtual party and if that doesnt warm your heart then idk what will
WoW friends are the fucking best. Always there to fuck around late at night, nothing changes if you move. Not afraid to scream at you during heroic progression or hit on you mercilessly in mumble/vent. Urgh I love my guild. #Insomnía of US Kil’Jaeden, 11/14 hm.
Being loved is not the same thing as loving.
When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean after years of puddle-jumping.
It is realizing you have hands.
It is reaching for the tightrope when the crowds have all gone home.
Do not spend time wondering if you are the type of woman men will hurt.
If he leaves you with a car alarm heart, you learn to sing along.
It is hard to stop loving the ocean, even after it has left you gasping, salty.
So forgive yourself for the decisions you’ve made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night,
And know this: know you are the type of woman who is searching for a place to call yours.
Let the statues crumble. You have always been the place.
You are a woman who can build it herself.
You were born to build.