Grown-ups like numbers. When you tell them about a new friend, they never ask questions about what really matters. They never ask: ‘What does his voice sound like?’ ‘What games does he like best?’ ‘Does he collect butterflies?’ They ask: ‘How old is he?’ ‘How many brothers does he have?’ ‘How much does he weigh?’ ‘How much money does he have?’ Only then do they think they know him. If you tell grown-ups, ‘I saw a beautiful red brick house, with geraniums at the windows and doves at the roof…,’ they won’t be able to imagine such a house. You have to tell them, ‘I saw a house worth a thousand francs.’ Then they exclaim, ‘What a pretty house!’
The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry   (via adieufranz)

(Source: ontothawin)

homleschapel:

summer is real cute until every fuckin type of insect comes out of the 8th circle of hell

  • me: *laughs*
  • parents: what's so funny what's going on who are you talking to can i see what's the joke haha i bet that's great what are you trying to hide from us
  • the color of low self esteem

    miguu:

    what i never
    learned
    from my mother
    was that
    just because someone desires you
    does
    not mean they value you.
    desire is the kind of thing that
    eats you
    and
    leaves you starving.