cross my heart...

I do not support any type of self-destructive behavior. This blog is simply a place where I can vent.

[stabs]

My dad just saw my report card and started yelling at me because there was an F on it, but it actually was F for female as in gender

[seedling]

it is actually really sweet when someone stays up late to talk to you

[bigmoose690]

What if they fall asleep by accident though?

[bigbutt-nobuts]

then you love it even more because they stayed up even though they were dead tired just to talk to you ya doof

[human]

petition to have That’s So Raven added to Netflix 

[becausetheinternet]

A 2500 year old mummy that had some amazing tattoos.

[entry-plug]

WHAT.

NO FUCKING WAY.

[xcgirl08-deactivated20131130]

YO HOLD ON. 

IT GETS BETTER.

This mummy, found in the  Altai mountains of Siberia, is actually that of a young woman who died at about the age of twenty-five; she is thought to have been a member of the Pazyryk tribe.

She was buried with six horses and two similarly-tattooed men (the horned griffon that decorates her shoulder also appears on the man buried closest to her, covering most of his right side), possibly escorts. She was also wearing a horse-hair wig, silk, and elaborate boots, which is all a level of ceremony that would have likely only been accorded to a woman of high rank. You didn’t get inked like this unless you were very important, and had worked your way up to that importance. 

…Hence, of course, the references to her by researchers as ‘The Ukok Princess,’ although due to the lack of weapons in her grave they have concluded that the woman was in fact a healer or a storyteller.  

And now I’m all consumed with curiosity: Who was she? What amazing things did she accomplish? Why these symbols, and what did they mean? Who were the two men alongside her?

The most informative article about it can be found here, although I would completely eat up any other information you guys could find. 

[cred-deactivated20161202]

women grow hair on their boobs and their butts and their legs and their arms and their stomachs and their face and really anywhere their genetics decides to have hair and it is perfectly normal what isnt normal is men who have never touched a razor trying to shame women for not looking like a hairless baby

[whentherestrouble]

important

[tree-stump-palace]

shout this loud.

[archived-twigwise]

i cant frickin breathe??? wow

[czechs-and-holdings-deactivated]

6 seconds, all this in 6 seconds

[tanknaka]

hey

hey friend

dont kill yourself tonight ok

you have a really pretty smile and i know its not always easy to manage one but itd be a bummer if we never had the chance to see it ever again

youre really important and you matter a lot so stay safe and try and have a nice sleep

[the-grace-of-fallen-angels]

I would like a moment to thank the people who reblog post like this so that it eventually shows on my dash.

It is keeping me alive

[my-catastrophes]

Guy on train: I'd fuck you if you didn't have so many tattoos.

Me: *turns up music*

Guy: I said I'd fuck you if you didn't have so many tattoos!

Me: *takes off headphones* Leave. Me. Alone.

Guy: Why the fuck do you have so many tattoos?

Me:

Guy: Are you fucking deaf as well as a piece of trash?

Lady by door: Hey. Leave her alone.

Guy: Are you her trash girlfriend? Fucking dykes, all tattooed like fucking men. Disgusting waste of pussy.

Lady: *moves forward, carefully moves jacket so only I can see the badge on her belt* Are you okay?

Me: Fine. Just wish he'd go away.

Lady cop: I can make that happen.

Guy: Oh, yeah, bitch? Who the fuck are you? I'll kill you!

Lady cop: And that's what I was waiting for. *grabs guy, holds him against the door* Harassing women on the train was enough, but you just threatened a cop. You're battin' a thousand tonight.

Entire train: *applauds*

[stunningpicture]

I noticed some writing on my godfather’s shirt. I asked him to please hold still so I could read it. Well, then.

[persephonesecretlair]

I need this shirt.

[theloveyourselfchallenge]

[undertxw]

[my-catastrophes]

stage one: realising that you were a douche bag when you were a teenager

stage two: realising that almost everyone is a douche bag when they're teenagers

stage three: realising you were a douche bag up until about a year ago

full circle: when you have whole heartedly accepted that you still are and always will be a dirty, dirty douche bag

[shouldnt]

HOW

CAN

PEOPLE

HATE

PUPPIES?

[tldrwikipedia]

[comehere-letmeholdyou-deactivat]

No seventeen year old should want to get drunk just to become numb.

//9:13pm// (via comehere-letmeholdyou)

[teenage--rebel]

I’m fifteen and insane. Fifteen and angry at the world. I am fifteen and sad beyond belief. As I look at my own reflection I see a girl I really don’t know, I mean I haven’t really known myself for a long time. I thought my favorite color would always be pink and I was sure I would never be in love or get my heart broken. I haven’t known myself since I was fourteen and finally saying goodbye to him six months too late. I was twelve the first time I started to hate my body. Twelve the first time I tried to starve myself and stick my fingers down my throat. I was thirteen when I wrote my first suicide note. I was only thirteen when I started dealing with my problems with the use of drugs and alcohol and the first time I lit a cigarette. Thirteen the first time I got my stomach pumped. I was thirteen the first time I saw my parents crying and praying. I was fourteen the first time I gave myself up to a guy who didn’t really care about me. Fourteen when I thought I could make something out of nothing. I was fourteen when I started to depend on drugs and alcohol to numb the pain. I was fourteen the first time I gave myself up to a guy after having one too many to drink. And now I’m fifteen and I’m the only one getting played. It seems no matter how many guys I let inside of me, I still have too many empty spaces in my body. too many shadows chasing me, my head filled with self hate. I can’t help but think that the last few years of innocence I am spending it trying to keep my head above water. The last few years of innocence before being thrown into a mad world, wasted on tears and blood stained wrists. I have been both the painter and the canvas. I have been both anger and sadness, topped with guilt. I’ve been the razor in my finger tips cutting myself and everyone else out of my life. I have been loneliness at 3am and the thought of never making it to eighteen. I’ve been keeping myself from drowning in water too deep and I have been choking on swallowed words. I just can’t say out loud. I have been broken since I could remember. Untouched and broken at the seams, cracked veins and black and blue bruised knees, scarred up arms and dark eyes, marks from the guys I though genuinely liked me. And it’s been 28 days since the last time anyone has touched me and maybe it’s because I’m too damn scared to let anyone get close to me since the last time I did I was broken into a million pieces.I am only fifteen and I’ve already learned more about the world from swallowing pills than I have sober. I am fifteen and I’ve already managed to destroy myself and everything around me. I’m a mess, a lost cause. But I refuse to be someone’s charity case. I am fifteen and completely broken pretending to be perfectly fine, all hidden behind the ugly honest truth, and pretty wrapped up lies but I have been “just fine”

A.K (via teenage—rebel)

[ethanwearsprada-deactivated2015]

i think it’s a universal truth that everyone in our generation takes pluto’s losing its planetary status as a personal offense

[the-original-dtwps]

yes

[ashsmain-deactivated20220609]

pluto is smaller than russia. why did we ever even consider it a planet?

[twinkletwinkleyoulittlefuck-dea]

BECAUSE IT’S A PART OF OUR SOLAR SYSTEM

OHANA MEANS FAMILY

FAMILY MEANS NO ONE IS LEFT BEHIND