What a student gave to one of my teachers
I’m laughing harder than when I first saw this in the 6th grade
i’m fucking crying
his face is terrifying
we think we’re made of numbers. percentages on tests, pounds on a scale, likes on a photo, price tags on clothes. but we’re not. we are made of love and happiness and they way we laugh. we’re made of good memories and late nights and past-curfews. we have more substance than numbers.
this post is really important
The truth hurts worse
Than anything I could bring myself to do