trying to explain fandom things to non-fandom people is like trying to explain trigonometry to a dog
(Source: zaynshomoerection, via itsuwonderfulworld)
who needs a boyfriend when you’ve got 643 photos of your husband saved to your computer
(Source: petermorkandmindy, via im-captain-g)
You are not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
There are worse things than being alone.
