I wrote you too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak, but I know now that it doesn’t matter how well I say grace if I am sitting at a table where I am offering no bread to eat. (via klusterfvk)

Your first kiss isn’t as important as your last. The math test really didn’t matter. The pie really did. The stuff you’re good at and the stuff you’re bad at are just different parts of the same thing. Same goes for the people you love and the people you don’t—and the people who love you …