“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs” (1 Corinthians 13:4-5)


“So, why don’t you date?” Time and time again, I find myself struggling to come up with an all-encompassing answer when faced with this question. I’ve had the following sentiments for some time now, but in light of the plethora of recent breakups I’ve witnessed as an observer, I decided to put my thoughts down in concrete sentences, forcing me to really cogitate about the ephemeral, selfish nature of high school relationships, and relationships in general these days. A lot of my beliefs regarding relationships have been heavily influenced by Joshua Harris’ I Kissed Dating Goodbye; if you ever have spare time, I highly recommend reading it. It might change your life.

Disclaimer: the following compendium of scattered thoughts is not intended to be didactic and its primary purpose is not to imply that all high school relationships are bad and evil and that nothing good can come to fruition, but rather an honest attempt to examine the hearts and motives behind such relationships and why they oftentimes fail. Take it with a grain of salt.

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caterpillars have more muscles than humans but i’d like to see one try to fight me irl and see what happens

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what have I done


sometimes asian men are prettier than me but hey that’s life

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Plot twist: Only tumblr users survive the apocalypse because we were too lazy to go outside to see what was going on.

Second plot twist: We don’t realize everyone else is gone until we run out of food. We don’t really care until all the Nutella is gone.

Third plot twist: We finally all meet up because we have to repopulate the world.

Forth plot twist: Everyone on tumblr actually gets laid.

(Source: poorwinchesters, via alive-and-breathing)

  • Quiet room.
  • Everyone else:
  • Me:
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