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@loveisthemainlanguage
i am so sorry
Who gave you the fucking right to make this.
I’m in tears. stop it. ~sobs~
YOU HAD ME AT THE FIRST FUCKING KNOCK HOW DARE YOU
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
FUCKING NO I SWEAR
GOD DAMN IT I AM FUCKING CRYING
Selling panties to those interested!! Dm for dets!!
Careers For The Signs
*Check 6th House and 10th House (Midheaven)* Aries: army/navy/air force/marine, police officer, firemen, artist, construction worker, welder, carpenter, electrician, physical therapist, security officer, athlete Taurus: artist, chef/cook, musician, gardener, banker, financial agent, cosmetologist, jeweler, beautician, actor/actress, dancer Gemini: writer, journalist, reporter, blogger, social media influencer, consultant, teacher, public speaker, language teacher, travel agent, planner Cancer: historian, history teacher, genealogist, nurse, doctor, caretaker, stay-at-home mother and wife, planner/decorator, chef/cook, waiter/waitress, dietitian, fashion/interior designer Leo: actor/actress, entertainer, manager, athlete, police officer, military, director, producer, musician, music/drama teacher Virgo: doctor, dietitian, teacher, librarian, bookkeeper, organizer, social worker, therapist, psychiatrist, dentist, pharmacist, secretary, editor, journalist, accoutant, writer Libra: musician, actor/actress, artist, makeup artist, cosmetologist, beautician, writer, poet, designer, florist, therapist, counselor, criminal justice, lawyer, art/music teacher Scorpio: psychologist, psychiatrist, mortician, funeral director, minister, astrologer, detective, crime scene investigator, pharmacist, health technician, mystic
Sagittarius: philosopher, lawyer, writer, publisher, teacher, religious/spiritual leader, professor, language teacher, tourist, radio/tv personality, advertiser, entrepreneur Capricorn: nurse, doctor, dentist, judge, business owner, chiropractor, physical therapist, nursing assistant, elderly care, manager, psychiatrist Aquarius: computer technician, social media influencer, blogger, technician, electrician, humanitarian, social worker, scientist, astrologer, astronomer, photographer, pilot Pisces: psychic, mystic, healer, biologist, veterinarian, nurse, artist, musician, photographer, graphic design, painter, spiritual icon, oceanographer, dancer,
Me irl
I can’t believe that this post clocked me.
I never would’ve remembered biting down into the seam of these things, often splitting them into two near-perfect halves. The texture was bad, the taste was bad, and yet…I chomped.
Never would’ve remembered without this post. The internet truly does make you feel less alone.
*horrible memories*
GET USED TO IT My best friends little sister just turned thirteen. Jordan is the first in her grade to wear a bra. She used to carefully select and lay out her outfit the night before, usually a babydoll dress and a bow in her hair. Now, she refuses to wear anything but XL sweatshirts. Last week, she was at the waterpark with her friends when an older boy yanked her bikini bottoms off while splashing in the pool. Jordan clocked him right in the face, imprinted a claw of red crescent moons into his cheek. Afterward, she filed her fingernails. Told the boy’s mother about her son’s rowdy hands. His mother told her she probably doesn’t understand because she doesn’t have any brothers of her own at home but boys will be boys, you know? I should’ve worn a one-piece, Jordan adds after telling me the story, smacking her forehead. I didn’t have the heart to tell her a one-piece wouldn’t have saved her. I didn’t have the heart to tell her womanhood is a disease with no cure. When I tell my best friend what some fuckboy did to her little sister, she shrugs her shoulders. She says I don’t know what to tell her, Blythe. I really don’t. The best advice I can give her is to get used to it.
GET USED TO IT, by Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)
I am trying to both be happy and pay attention to the world around me. I do not know if it is possible to do both at the same time.
Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)
Why would I ever want to stop being hungry when anorexia was the most interesting thing about me?
Blythe Baird (via sickneglect)
Like any unloved thing, I don’t know if I’m real when I’m not being touched.
Natalie Wee, from “Lonely,” Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines (AMAZON / GOODREADS)
I hate when a couple argues in public and I missed the beginning and don’t know whose side I’m on
me: *lays down with a tank top*
my titty: hey :-)
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
Unknown (via help-n-quotes)
Eleven: Who the fuck
Hopper: Language
Eleven: Whom the fuck
Hopper: No
WHO HAS THIS KIND OF TIME IM GONNA SCREAM YALL
i dont trust people who are organised enough to balance a fuck ton of school stuff on top of a normal life because you know who else could do that??? fucking light yagami
