If ur stressin over some boy just know he’s not worth it. ur too good for him

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If ur stressin over some boy just know he’s not worth it. ur too good for him
In 2 years you're going to get married. You'll both wear crocs under your outfits and it'll be your secret. You'll hold hands and smile at each other. You will be happy. You never thought that day would come and someone would love you that way.
In 3 years you'll be making dinner and singing along to songs with him. He'll snuggle with you in the night and every problem will be you and him vs the problem. He'll hold your cold hands and he'll kiss you goodbye every morning. He'll have dance parties with you and you'll laugh together during sex. You will never feel boring or annoying or too much. I promise you, some day you're going to be happy. PROMISE.
nature lockscreens! please like or reblog if you save it! 🌿
You're enough. You're okay.
Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didn’t. Anon had done it; they’d figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness.
A tear streams down my left cheek.
Eight years of academy hijab training…wasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.
It wasn’t until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me… how would I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word ‘Rules’ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll.
‘Rule #1: no killing people,’ it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans.
Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.
Rule #2: don’t show ur hair girl it’s ugly lmaooooo
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This is the first time I've laughed today, and im glad i did
I wanted to tell the world that i was lonely, because i am. So lonely that i dont even know how people deal with being alive.
But it feels overdramatic everywhere else so im just shouting into the void onn tumbler.com instead
And every time someone leaves, I am a child again screaming "you're leaving? But why? What have i done? Come back. Love me please." They still leave.
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Smiling alpaca so you smile back-a
me casting evil spirits out of me home
“ get the fuck you you fucking pieces of shit I did not ask for you * waves incense* this smells so good get the fuck out”
single bells, single bells, single all the way, Oh what fun it is to ride nothing because I’m single, and no one wants to love me.
Yesterday I sat on my mom's lap and cried for an hour because I am lonely. The single life is nice :P
anya taylor-joy: *moves bishop to e4*
me, having never played chess in my life: OMG what a play she has humiliated him
I know Dean stopped being absolutely awful after the first season but... Why is everything he does so SMARMY? I can't stand him
(and also why the HECK did he break that money plate in the 3rd season? Is he stupid? Does he genuinely just not have a brain? Rio could have killed Beth for that. Dean is the reason Lucy died. I can't believe Beth went so easy on him )