Living The Real Struggle

my mom is so unreasonable... this is real life.

[tr0phywifematerial]

IT’S OFFICIAL! I’M A REAL SUGAR BABY! 👍🏻💋❤️🤑💅🏻👸🏻 I finally got my first allowance!!

I can’t even believe this is real life rn. I had a POT date on Wednesday after work and today we had lunch together and he gave me my allowance (along with some new perfume)! $1500! Now I know for non Midwest girls that’s nothing but here that’s a lot of money, especially for being strictly platonic.

I’m so incredibly excited and feel so blessed. We met on SA just when I was about to delete because I was feeling so hopeless. I’ve been on there since the end of June and hadn’t found any real SDs. So ladies there is a light at the end of the tunnel!

[sugarcube-witch-blog]

NEVER EVER

give it up before you get yours, ladies.

You’re a sugar baby, not a girlfriend, not a date, not a hookup, not a booty call.

There is NO intimacy without the allowance first.

NO IOUs, NO promises, NO “trust me”s.

NO EXCUSES.

They don’t get a test drive, a free ride, or a sexual “chemistry check” before you talk terms and get what you’re owed.

NEVER FALL FOR IT. These men are waiting to take advantage of your youth and inexperience. They will try to guilt you into sleeping with them because they want you to not be “all about the money” or they will escort-shame you and others. They will try to make you pity their fear of you cutting and running when you get your first allowance. They will try to get what they can for cheap or for free by promising you what you want if you’ll just sleep with them first. They want to get sugar without giving any. That’s not what we do.

Don’t entertain these wanna-be sugar daddy salty fuckers.

If he won’t even talk about what you need until he gets what he wants, blacklist and RUN.

[diaryofchylatte]

Yo! Fellow whores, hoes, paid sluts and strippers! (Sugar babies too)

Reblog this. Let’s be friends (or at least mutuals)

[nickimlnaj]

[crownedtia]

Me w/ my sugar daddy

[naturalsugarsugar-deactivated20]

If any SB ever feels like they can't tell a friend where they are, feel free to message me with your information or something for safety so SOMEONE knows.. Your secrets are safe with me, and REBLOG if you also are willing to be a confidant for someone who doesn't have one.

[mixedpassion-me-blog]

You know it’s real love when he can and will help you with your hair!  bwwm wmbw

[tayremade-blog]

#prom2k16

[tayremade-blog]

the bathroom

Now, theirs certain things my mom does just to be spiteful. I come home today after working a 4 to 10 shift to what I love, a clean bathroom. I love my bathroom, it's my sanctuary that I always keep clean. But between school, work, and getting my life together, my sanctuary was slowly falling apart. I walk in the bathroom and it smells like sweet pea and through the glass shower door I see the white at the base of the tub. HOLY SHIT SOMEONE CLEANED. Finally, someone in this house got off their lazy ass and cleaned. Now, my mom can't pick her battles and chose her wars with me and purposely does things to tick me off. I'm sitting in the bathroom taking a shit. Yeah I said it, I was taking a shit, I'm human. Get over it. When she screams from the living room for me to hurry up because she needs to pee. Here we fucking go... After you've been sitting here all day doing nothing, why do you always have to pee while I'm using the bathroom? I don't mean to use the lord's name in vain, but GOD DAMN! So I did it, I stopped my shit for her to "pee". Now here's where the store gets great, she knows that I hate when she sprays the toilet with Lysol and doesn't wipe it down after. Who does dumb shit like that? She knew I was waiting outside the bathroom for her to "pee" so she sprays the toilet with Lysol and washes her hands.... The bitch never washes her hands, and I know that for a fact. She then proceeds to tell me she sprayed the toilet with Lysol.... Why? Why did you feel the need to spray the toilet with Lysol and not wipe it down, knowing I was about to continue my shit, ANDDDDD the bathroom was just cleaned? Explain. Please entertain me. She ticks me off and I'm through with the pettiness. She just might be the most immature woman I have ever met....

[makehmatsuoka]

i got mad at my mom wow i'm such a Typical Teenager (also i'm sure the thing i got angry about is probably my fault but i don't care)

Oh well, that’s fine, it’s not going to last forever. Just breath and try to stay away from her a few hours if you can, think about something else, do something that makes you happy, and let it be.

[heuristicx-deactivated20171102]

“You lost her. And now she lights up the night-time sky for her new lover cause he recognized her as the moon. And you envy him. She could’ve been your moon, but you were too busy chasing the dimly lit stars.”

[weredoc]

#TheStory

written by @zolarmoon on 10/28/2015 

Y'all wanna hear a story about why me and this bitch here fell out???????? It’s kind of long but full of suspense 😂😭

Keep reading

[dismemberment-revenge-blog]

[tayremade-blog]

christmas of 2010

Yeah, my mom says she raised me to be spoiled. But everyone else around me, as well as myself, always thought I was an easy child. I’m an only child, I don’t say much, don’t ask for much, and always stayed to myself. Call me an angel if you want, but in all seriousness, like I really never asked for anything. Even when I was little. Never asked. I don’t know, I just always did stuff by myself because when I did ask for favor, aka mom’s unhelpful assistance, or even if I could have something I really wanted, I either just never received or she just fucked up the little things I did ask for once in a very blue moon. I remember one year for Christmas, all that I asked for and all that I really wanted was aaa batteries for my MP3 player. Like the big ass pack. Come Christmas morning, I wake up and open my presents and had got all this stuff. STUFF. You know, the materialist thing. The things I could care less about. Running through my mind after all the presents are torn apart is “where the fuck are my batteries.” Call me ungrateful, but when I wrote my list down for Santa all that was up there was aaa batteries. I didn’t ask for anything else. At that point I was getting a little edgy. Then she walks towards me with a pack of batteries in her hand. Boy my eyes lit up, but was lit up even faster into bursting flames afterwards. She hands me the batteries…. Oh yeah this bitch must’ve been trying to be funny. Bitch got me double a batteries. WHAT THE FUCK WOMAN. Because at this point I can stop pretending for a moment that I believe in Santa and blame the stupidity on you. I thought I made it simple…. TRIPLE A BATTERIES! TRIPLE A BATTERIES! TRIPLE MOTHERFUCKING A BATTERIES! Being the kind child I am, I asked if she could exchange them and she said oh well. R E W I N D. “Oh well” My nigga I will never get over that. After a bit of nagging and complaining, if my memory serves me right I do believe she did say she’ll go back and get them. I think. Probably not true but I guess that makes her sound good, no? I’m still waiting for my batteries. My MP3 has some good ass songs. I was just trying to bumb, feel me? So now the window is open to whoever would like to fufill my wish of never ending music and spunking my music by delivering the extra large pack of aaa batteries… ALL I WANTED FOR CHRISTMAS WAS FUCKING BATTERIES. I DIDNT CARE IF I DIDNT GET ANYTHING ELSE. B A T T E R I E S, and she couldn’t even get that right.

[tayremade-blog]

reasoning with you

At work waiting for my mom today after I got out at 4, talking to my friends “the bad girls club” having the usual, “my mom hates me”, convos. I had to let them know, NO. Your mom doesn’t hate you, MY MOM HATES ME. Telling stories, it dawned on me… My mom really must hate me, she said she’s on her way, “it’ll be 20 minutes before i get there.” I could’ve SWORN she said this. At that point I realized I lost track of time because I had been so intrigued in the conversation. Now, i’m looking at my phone and it’s 5:15. You might be thinking, “damn this girl is really impatient.” Well this has CONSTANTLY been happening to me, ever since I started elementary school. The wait. I was the kid that always had to wait. Her “I’m right around the corner, be ready” speech was immune to my character. Damn, this woman is a b s o l u t e l y , ridiculous, and maybe somebody somewhere might get a kick out of her. My thought process finally landed on a sensible idea… I need to make a tumblr. agree?