it’s been raining everyday this week and I have loved every minute of it, and how i imagine that the color of the sky makes me think that it’s blushing because its embarrassed to have let itself cry so much. I have found a home in this weather.
The fact that a somebody’s blank would justify her somebody’s making unwanted actions towards myself really makes me question a lot of the people around here.
A person cannot say hi with a smile, without it having sexual motives? How am I the problem here? The fact that I had to say no, repeatedly, and stand away, and all that shit..
Being nice isn’t a pass to hook up. It is being a decent and respectful human being.
A woman doesn’t owe anybody any attention. We are not asking for anything. We are people. We are not objects of desire. We are FUCKING PEOPLE. Me sincerely caring about your health and life doesn’t equate for me to willingly do anything. And me saying several times not to continue means to NOT DO SOMETHING. Instead of trying to fix the bigger picture of taking care of your mental health, and maybe the belief that women are PEOPLE, TOO, you would rather point fingers and blame others in order to justify your horrendous and ludicrous behavior.
While I appreciate the effort, it’s not actually necessary for you to fully nude-up and pose like a contortionist to show me your ankle tattoo.
but if you really appreciated said effort than you wouldn’t have said anything…
bc lbr everyone knows it’s not necessary.
Well, you caught me. I didn’t appreciate it. I’m just a big phony lying liar who lied.
I’m gonna scream
✘ Dark Pale/Glow ✘
I’ve seen a lot of interesting things wash up on shore but this takes the cake.
It makes me sick to my stomach to see how some people are quick to make assumptions. I can’t. You’d think that a person would respect you enough to talk it out, instead of being passive-aggressive.
I am slowly losing my mind, and I just don’t have time to heal. I am up and about all day, and night, and weekends I can’t afford to take a break. Today is Zach’s birthday, and I had my first dream about him where it was known that he has passed. Everybody is being proactive, and are doing things in his memory, and I just can’t do it.
I am recovering from my recent attempt of suicide, and it’s an emotional roller-coaster. I am ashamed and embarrassed, but the scary thing is that I feel this way because of others. Everything was a blur, but I do recall bawling and saying that it simply isn’t fair that others are entitled to say whether a person should continue to live or not.
In other news, I feel like I never sleep, don’t get paid enough, even though I work my butt off, and am amazed at my children at school for being so heartless, spoiled, and… RUDE.
I think it’s pretty sweet to just virtually vent these things out, considering that a lot of acquaintances on Facebook are naive, SDBs.
Whoever said that your twenties rocked, was probably high, and I envy you.
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"Hey can u check if that milk went bad?"
*milk has leather jacket on smoking a cigarette*
"It’s bad alright"
I wished a parent at work a Happy Mothers Day, and she thanked me, gave me a hug, and said,” Thanks, and all who were expecting a child at some point are mothers, too… so happy Mothers Day.”
Guys you don’t understand how awesome this is. This pattern happens everywhere. It happens on flowers and pinecones absolutely vegetables, it happens all around you. If you don’t think that’s like the realist shit ever i don’t understand you.