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I'm not gonna lie, I rock bed head so well. Michigan, you're treating me well. #self #shameless (at Madison Heights, Mi)

#self #shameless

It amazes me that something as insignificant as my opinion written down on the Internet could cause such an uproar. But they always said that if someone didnt like you then you must be doing something right. I'd say I'm doing pretty good then. With that, I bid all of this adieu.

#goodbye!

cassygolightly

Do you ever wonder why people who dislike you so much can’t stop watching your every move from a distance? There’s a very interesting and fine line between hatred and obsession.

"simply being a human and trying to figure out who you are is hard enough without someone attacking you for it."

i've been debating with myself for a few days about whether or not i should talk about this but i think it's important that i do. growing up is really fucking hard. it's painful and gut wrenching and wonderful and beautiful all at the same time. relationships and situations don't always end happily or how we'd like them to. with that being said, i like to think i'm an alright person. i don't go out of my way to be rude or mean to people. i care wholeheartedly about the people i keep close and i generally stay out of business that doesn't concern me. but i am also a spitfire and if you try to start something with me i will fight back. i've never been one to lie back and take a beating. these past few months i've been getting bullied a lot more than i used to. it started right on here, with anonymous people telling me how worthless i was. then it had a face attached. A boy named tyler, who dates someone i used to call my best friend and other half; a girl named Julee who i considered a friend in high school; and a boy named Kelly who wrote me a birthday note i still have taped to my wall, calling me names and beating me down. all of this i could handle. then about a month ago, someone came to my job and slashed one of my tires while i was working. they also did it to my best friend. that pissed me off. but on new years eve i hit my breaking point.

I spent NYE watching the ball in carytown with two of the most important people in my life. I parked my car in a parking garage along with 30+ other cars. I drove home happily with my best friend. The next day we went outside for the first time in the light and discovered that someone had keyed the word "slut" into my drivers side door while we were celebrating.

i. am. done. i'm done with this bullshit of people thinking that this is okay because it's not. it's inhumane. i would genuinely like to know what makes anyone think i deserve this. I say this hoping someone might provide an answer (remember when you killed her turtle in 10th grade? no?) as to why someone can justify doing these things to me. i am beaten down. i can't take anymore of this and i won't. police reports have been filed more than once and i am always watching my back now. so to whomever it is out there doing these things that can justify to themselves that i deserve this... please fill me in. Because if you're trying to break me into a million little pieces, you're winning.

#important #personal #skip this if you want

venula

cassygolightly

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.”

And what better than to share that adventure with someone who wants the same for themselves?

You write so beautifully, the inside of your mind must be a terrifying place

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When I am with you, there is nowhere else I’d rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.

David Levithan (via nippleback)

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Laurie Anderson. Anderson photographed men who called to her or whistled her on the street. In her artist statement she writes about one experience,

“As I walked along Houston Street with my fully automated Nikon. I felt armed, ready. I passed a man who muttered ‘Wanna fuck?’ This was standard technique: the female passes and the male strikes at the last possible moment forcing the woman to backtrack if she should dare to object. I wheeled around, furious. ‘Did you say that?’ He looked around surprised, then defiant ‘Yeah, so what the fuck if I did?’ I raised my Nikon, took aim began to focus. His eyes darted back and forth, an undercover cop? CLICK.”

Anderson takes the power from her male pursuers, allowing them nothing more than the momentary fear that their depravity has just been captured in a picture.

you're gonna miss me when i'm gone.

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earlier i was in a second hand store and this girl (who was blatantly going through the seventh grade emo stage) found infinity on high and she did that thing where you put it at the back so only you can find it and she called her mum for money or something and whilst she was gone i picked it up and i bought it and the message of this is that i’m a bitch and i love fall out boy