We help people when big things happen to them, when you see them getting hit by a car, when a brother or a sister or a father or a mother dies, we’re there for them because we can see that death kills more than the person it takes. And yet, the people around us who die a little all the time, moment by moment, who require the least help, the smallest sacrifice, are the ones we ignore completely.
I’m looking for a warning sign.
I know I reblogged this once already, but it’s so hot! I love that happy look on her face.
I want my hair pulled.