A Tim Burton Creation

Marilyn. 22. University of California, Santa Barbara Alumni (Class of 2016). In the process of bettering myself. I do love me a big cup of coffee, anything Disney/Tim Burton, classic rock music, and Pugs. 

[chvdwickboseman]

2016 Film Challenge: [1/50] An 80s Movie ↳ Pretty in Pink (1986)

You couldn’t buy her, though, that’s what’s killing you, isn’t it? She thinks you’re shit. And deep down, you know she’s right.

[andreii-tarkovsky]

[unknowndate]

Really loving this show. A real eye opener. 

[sandandglass]

The Daily Show, May 4, 2016

[dennys]

don’t talk to me until i’ve had my mourning coffee

[editorincreeps-deactivated20180]

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

[tastefullyoffensive]

[jumex]

[robinnhatesyou-blog]

How is that fair?

My relationship has been a constant roller coaster for the past two years. I am at a point where I don’t know anymore. My hands are legitimately shaking as I type this. My head is POUNDING with every negative thought I can possibly think of. I am crying as I type this. This is almost like deja vu. Where I will be upset about something, I start typing it out and I am not able to post it. Why? No one is holding me back... but I can’t seem to post it. I want the post to be perfect is why. 

My relationship has been a rollercoaster thus far. My boyfriend and I have had another argument. I am deemed as the abusive one. I am deemed as the “selfish asshole” in the relationship. I am deemed as the “bitch” in the relationship.  I am deemed as a lot in this relationship. Why? I don’t know. My boyfriend will tell you why, but I don’t know. In all honesty, I really do not know why. Which in turn can infuriate many people, one of those being my boyfriend. I am not in denial about what he has said, or what he deems me to be, I am pretty sure he has evidence stacked to about three skyscrapers worth, but I just can’t seem to accept the fact that his words are describing me. Have I really been a selfish asshole? Probably... but I just recall being myself in almost every situation. I am not an asshole by any means, I try to be as friendly as possible, but I guess that’s the side he saw. Have I really been a bitch? Probably. Am I the abusive one? Yeah, I probably am. The sad part is no amount of words can change anything. I can’t speak my mind. Not because someone is holding me back, but because I just can’t seem to get my point across. I hate confrontation. My boyfriend seems to think I love it. I really don’t. Confrontation is a waste of time. I would rather spend my time doing something else, in a positive way, than argue. I understand there is such a thing as “healthy debate” but our arguments are far beyond healthy. They are unhealthy. Unhealthy to the point of no return. I don’t think this is going to last. 

This frightens me. Frightens me so much the tears are coming back. Fake tears probably to him. Change scares me sometimes. I have always thought of myself as someone who likes change. These past two years have been nothing but challenging to me. I feel like a liar, but a liar to myself. I had an idea of the person I wanted to be, and it all changed in a matter of two years. Why? I don’t know. I don’t want to make some bullshit excuse, but I feel like I had the rug pulled out under me by my own self. It just scares me. My boyfriend has this idea of me in his head which is one that I feel is false... but again he has evidence to prove that is not the case. So who the fuck am I? Am I really the person I said I was? Am I really the person I want to be? Hell. No. 

I am having an identity crisis amidst of relationship issues. Those aren’t a good mix. Not to mention I am also not in a healthy state physically wise, and are living almost 100 miles + away from my loved ones. Some people would say just talk it out with him. I can’t. I believe he is done with me, and anything that involves me. He has a right you know. He has been through enough, and a girlfriend is supposed to be someone he can go to for moral support, will be his cheerleader, will make him a better person, and will guide him in the right direction. I believe I have done none of those. I probably tried but did not succeed. I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel guilty. I feel dirty. I feel embarrassed. I feel ashamed. Too many emotions to process all at once. I feel like the boy who cried wolf. 

All I want is to be the BEST version of myself, and now realize it has to be without him. Because I am only hurting him more by being by his side. He is turning into someone that is not him. I am making matters worse just with my voice and presence. Sounds melodramatic, but it is 100% true. He needs someone better. He needs to become better. He needs to do that... without me. I need to give him his best chance like a great Youtuber once said (Lisbug). Whatever happens tonight shall not be the end of the world, but a wake up call to the person I have become, and a starting point for my new self and my new life. Thanks for reading this all-over-the-place post. Bless. 

[domesticoctopi]

when you and your friend say the same witty comment in reply to someone else simultaniously 

[spottiedottie2]

[rodrigoseaburre-deactivated2018]

[weakandgay]

wow i really wanna get crunk

[thepastelprince]

This is important

[kohl-yis]

I want a zombie

[professordiggsy]

@astraeavixen Reblogging for future use.

[ruinedchildhood]

[rainbow-puking]

[astromechapunk]

[robinnhatesyou-blog]

Why am I sad about this?

Am I that selfish? Materialistic? Idk... whatever I guess.

One day.

[vermisvest]

[daisywheelworld]

[micdotcom]

Meteorologist forced to cover up on air

Meteorologist Liberté Chan was in the middle of her forecast when she was given a cardigan to cover up. Viewers were apparently writing in, appalled by her outfit. In a second video posted to her Facebook page, Chan and a coworker read some of the “angry emails” and responded.

[theslaybymic]

And there it is. The exact problem with this whole thing in six words. Dress codes follow women from school to professional life — and in every situation, they are sending a clear and damaging message about priorities.

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