20 years old.
Pain is inevitable. Misery is an option.
|PENCIL:||You know, I'm really sorry.|
|ERASER:||For what? You didn't do anything wrong.|
|PENCIL:||I'm sorry, 'couse you get hurt because of me. Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller every time.|
|ERASER:||That's true, but i don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days, I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.|
|random blogger reading this:||what|
@1 year ago with 918035 notes
It doesn’t matter if you’re pretty
or have things all over your face,
because what truly matters is
what’s inside you.
this is actually the most meaningful and thoughtful post i have ever seen on tumblr