Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. Some may see them as the weird ones, but we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
«What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.»
«I’ve heard that there are more mothers in the world that would drown their child to send them to heaven before they can sin than young men able to hold their boyfriends hand inside of a shopping mall. I have heard that there are more fathers willing to beat love out of their sons than young women willing to use the proper pronoun when speaking of their significant other. I have heard every side there is to tell about love and fear but I still can’t help looking over my shoulder before I kiss my girlfriend on her trembling mouth.»
There’s this shitty thing that happens when you learn about the reality of racism, sexism and misogyny. You start to hear it from the mouths of your parents, grandparents, friends and siblings and you can’t ignore it anymore but you’ll see how many of them will ignore you when you speak out about it.