I think, in many ways, the meaning of life is to struggle. If you aren’t struggling with something - if you’re not taking on a challenge - you aren’t living. You are existing, but you are not living.

The best part of a relationship is getting to call the person, or lay down next to them, and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long. In the end that’s what it’s about. It’s not about sex, it’s not about the money they give you, it’s not about how good looking they are, it’s about them listening to you talk for hours and hours and hours, about stupid shit that doesn’t matter.

Tegan Quin (via petrichour)

equalityoverfeminism:

She’s right. This third wave feminism has become a competition to see who is the most oppressed and who is the most tolerant of everyone else (while simultaneously being intolerant of everyone who doesn’t agree with them). It’s pathetic. Just stop.