I'm all ears.

[dennsokagi-deactivated20221213]

[ithotyouknew-deactivated2015051]

When someone calls me a whore

[thirdeyegrind]

And now you probably have pink eye.

[ithotyouknew-deactivated2015051]

Good thing I can afford antibiotics.

[spacyfatbabe]

We’re the generation of women who will teach their sons to act respectfully instead of teaching our daughters to beware

[bookshelfbelle-deactivated20171]

This is everything I stand for.

[itslikecoffee]

If you reblog this before June 1 2015, I will write your URL down and stick it in a jar or whatever. Over the summer I will take the jar of URL’s and I will scatter them around. They may get taped to public loos, they may be thrown into crowds at festivals, or they may get put under napkins at restaurants.

Some one may find your URL, and who knows, they could message you telling you where they found it. 

You have until June 1 to reblog

[matsoukun]

holy shit

[everett-the-dolphin-blog]

Sweet

[i-wenxin]

Sweet indeed

[punkmicheal-blog]

my parents didn’t raise me to order something expensive when someone else is paying

[mighty-alphalpha]

It’s called “waiting until they mention what they’re gonna order, looking up the price in the menu and ordering something equal or cheaper” and it is BASIC ETIQUETTE

[frenchinhalechanelxoxo]

This!!

[g-eazyconfessions]

[gaypornstar23-deactivated201506]

[fheneisn]

READ FOR FILTH

[g-eazysource]

[intensetexts]

[animalsnaps]

black & white quotes/GIFS

[sweet-jammies-bro]

How to blow your cat’s mind: brush their teeth.

[uncombined]

THIS

[grapefruitmimosa]

i can’t believe i used to think people my age were adults

[whltewqlf-deactivated20190425]

Imagine the day bugs realize that we are actually more afraid of them than they are of us.

[efflxrxscence]

It’s really sad how My big sister is drowning in schoolwork  And gets no recognition And how she can’t see her own beauty and worries about being dropped.  How she’s so busy that she’ll forget to eat And she never gets a “good job” for all of her hard work.  How she texts me for answers, when I can’t even answer my own questions.  I believe it’s sad how My older brother can listen to my issues, and allow me to listen to his Then drop me like I’m nothing.  And how he never lets me in, even though it’s out of love, and not just curiosity.  How he feels useless sometimes, so he fills that void on the weekends.  And how he doesn’t believe that God kept him alive in that emergency room.  And how one day, we’re roller skating in the house And the next I’m telling him about cuts on my wrist And how that was the first real hug he had ever given me.  And how he is so funny, but renders himself useless because he can’t wrestle anymore.  And how he can’t see himself in true light, Only in the cloudy weather.  And how all he ever wanted to do was leave, And I couldn’t help that.  How he wanted to kill himself two summers ago, And so did I.  But we didn’t know until it was time for him to go.  How we got close, but then fell apart.  It’s incredibly sad how My younger brother is so talented And fascinated with the entirety of the world But he gets upset because of his size.  And how his best friend is still in the elementary  And how he misses him so much.  How he is growing up, already twelve And how he is going to stop believing very soon.  How he won’t see any good in the world.  I’m afraid he’ll get sad, like me.  And think it’s okay: “If my sister is broken, I can be too.”  And how his heart beats like the drums he plays And I pray to God that there is never a day where he wants that music to stop.  How he asks me for courage But I cannot even find it for myself.  I think it’s sad how  My little sister is happiest when she’s part of the group How she’ll be friends with anyone who will give her the time of day, when she’s so beautiful that some pieces of the world don’t deserve any piece of her.  And how she gets so discouraged.  And how sometimes she doesn’t like to be herself.  How she looks to me for guidance, When I, myself, am lost.  I find it sad how  I can tell when the paycheck comes in because my mother asks how my day was, and my parents smile at each other. And how my mother determines her worth by what the bank account numbers says she is.  And how my father gets two hours of sleep  and says that he doesn’t like coming home anymore.  And how they say that they’re happy, and “oh so proud” of us all, but then insult the world around them and wish for something different.  It’s sad how I am caught in the middle and I cannot fix them.  As I am worth nothing to them, but I have so much love to give.  And how I would be miserable for years to see them happy for a moment  but I am blank space to them.  And how I can pray about things  but I don’t believe in myself.  And how I can make music, but never anything the world wants to hear.  And how all I try to do is help the broken, but I continue to cut myself on their broken pieces and love every shard.  How I am so lost, but I want to give guidance.  How I am no help to them. 

11 PM on a bad night (via victoriarosesayshello)

[blacklaceandwhitelies-deactivat]

Just had one of the worst, most terrifying nights of my life. For a moment, I thought I was going to lose you. I wouldn’t wish that feeling on my worst enemy.

[infinitelovelife]

Changing my blog.

[borderline-times]

‘Are u depressed’ Sometimes. Sometimes I love everything. Sometimes I live in an emotionless void. Depends on the hour. My favorite is when they’re all happening at the same time, usually accompanied by an intense need to chug an entire bottle of vodka and carve song lyrics into my thigh so I can watch the blood drip onto the floor to assure myself I’m not dead

[minnie-fit]

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