She is a survivor.
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@jadelover98
She is a survivor.
When my mom died, me and my younger siblings left a week after, moving in with our older siblings, and leaving our father to deal with her death without us. It has been a year and I still feel guilty. And now he’s sick too
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This was something I never posted in 2016. So...update:
My dad didn’t last as long as my mom and he passed away August 16th 2018. So #rip to both of my parents
I Just Can’t
So I’ve started college, I’m a first year, and where I’ve gotten bolder, everyone else has done the EXACT OPPOSITE. What the fuck are people still worrying about what others think? Why the fuck are we still fucking sitting scared and quiet over a goddamned crush?! Why are we fucking scared and embarrassed if we do something that someone may look at us funny for?
Has no one figured it out yet? Have we not read enough of the same stories yet?! WHO FUCKING CARES? Pursue your crush. Do something you don’t normally do. Don’t let the fucking public scare your actions, the fuck! DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT. We keep doing the same shit and I promise to God it isn’t okay. I’m going to lose my shit being nice and trying to conform to others repressed images of themselves when I see so much more potential for them to be fucking great. It’s pissing me off so much. I REFUSE to sit here and be fucking nice and docile and miss my chances to do so much fucking more with my life. I hate being scared, I hate holding back, and I tried the whole ‘normal’ thing. It isn’t working for me.
I guess I am a wild child. I don’t fucking care anymore.
I Just Can’t
So I’ve started college, I’m a first year, and where I’ve gotten bolder, everyone else has done the EXACT OPPOSITE. What the fuck are people still worrying about what others think? Why the fuck are we still fucking sitting scared and quiet over a goddamned crush?! Why are we fucking scared and embarrassed if we do something that someone may look at us funny for?
Has no one figured it out yet? Have we not read enough of the same stories yet?! WHO FUCKING CARES? Pursue your crush. Do something you don’t normally do. Don’t let the fucking public scare your actions, the fuck! DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT. We keep doing the same shit and I promise to God it isn’t okay. I’m going to lose my shit being nice and trying to conform to others repressed images of themselves when I see so much more potential for them to be fucking great. It’s pissing me off so much. I REFUSE to sit here and be fucking nice and docile and miss my chances to do so much fucking more with my life. I hate being scared, I hate holding back, and I tried the whole ‘normal’ thing. It isn’t working for me.
I guess I am a wild child. I don’t fucking care anymore.
WE DON’T TALK ABOUT THIS EVER
WHY DO THEY ALWAYS NEGLECT HIM
We went to the children’s museum today with my nieces and why oh why do we end up there for three hours, me walking up and down stairs? I’m tired and achy, and this is me once i get to sit down ^ I’m pretty sure I almost fell asleep walking today. I’m not one for long days out anymore…
I looked so...pretty
The fact that the older I get, the less I worry about race, and the more I worry about whether or not I like a person. The fact that I was once a cold and stoic girl in every situation, but now I’m thawing and feeling emotions that confuse me to no end. The fact that I now catch feelings faster than I can say “Oh shit.” The fact that my heart is no longer guarded as heavily as it has been all my life. The fact that if I finally let someone in, I’m scared they’ll rip out my love and replace it with nothing, Leaving an empty hole in it’s place, Leaving nothing to desire, Nothing to love, Nothing to care for. . . . . The fact that I am afraid of the world Because I am now fragile, When once I was a diamond that could not be cut, I am now being chipped away slowly, each piece going to another owner.
Long time...
I’ve been M.I.A. on here for so long I honestly forgot I had it. The funny thing is that I used to frequent tumblr daily lmao.
I've grown so much from the narrow munder person I used to be. I'm glad about that and at the same time a bit scared.
I will never get over the inequality that men’s jackets have inside pockets and women’s jackets don’t.
I have nowhere to put my sonic screwdriver.
or my fake fbi badge
Whatever happened to equality? Huh, Murrica?
bringing this back, because I still don’t have big pockets
I hate when
I hate it when I get the chance to be alone with my thoughts. They aren't nice creatures. This rocks 😊
So this is why people get plastic surgery
“We make a living by what we get but we make a life by what we give.” - Winston Churchill