oh i m soo sloshed and i feel sttiol like ive been stepped on just now
i need something strognehr
i need something strognehr
this moment was so sad.
black girls are human beings
man i used to really not like her. tumblr showed me the way
I felt that last comment
black girls are vulnerable. we have feelings. we dont always care what others think, but what they say can have an affect on us. no one wants to let us live. i can only imagine if my words were on a scale as large as hers, how difficult it would be.
She’s always bashed, criticized, made fun of, and her words and sentiments are almost always dismissed. People look at her and don’t take her seriously and it’s completely unfair.
Ayeeeee follow my new insta 🙏🙏🙏🙏 pwease??? Gracias guapas!
ur the cutest 10/10 a+
I hope you love me in the morning (via extrasad) —
my hands sometimes feel like theyre asleep when i’m trying to turn the watyer off
and i’m stumblingswaying like i dont know any better i think ive got to be evbertyhing my mother wants me to be
because if i dont i m no longer welcome in this house
but either way, im no longer welcome in this house
my bones go dry when i hear her car pull into the ddrivewsay
it makes no difference whether i’m the quintessential child she’s drempt up
either way i’ve got flaws she can regocnize before the first heartbeat of mine after she walks through that front door. sorry, mom
fopr not being sorry.
my wgole life i didnt know that my dad’s side of the family was infwertile, but not really. because we’ve got two sets of twins but dad keeps saying my aunts are infertile. my mom thinks hes go the word wrong because he says that about him too but he;s got two bio kids, and then another.
my mom let me read an essay of hers she wreote in college and the grammar is so whack i laughed the whole way througjh but it was about me.
and how desperately they tried to have me fgr seven uyears, how my daddy was part of this study or something
i was a fucking miricle,. my sister was conceived in a petri dish, we are miricles .
when i hated her, i used to tell people i was adopted
and my mom hated that but i never knew why until she told me about my dad’s infertility, or some other word
i guesssi just wanted this fantasy of a family that didnt succk
i alwqays wondered if i had been born any sooner would my parents have stayed togehter for all those fourteen years
Please enjoy two very similar photos of me looking like an ass.
youre very very pretty i love your face you have lovely eyes and fantasatic hair 10/10
iccant think up anythign orignal and my fear is that ill become a boring, unorigianl, uncreative twat when i turn twnety
i’m growing out of the angry phase i’ve ben stuck in, climbing out of a rut is suipposed to be poetic but i feel regular and i think my antipsy chotics are working finally finally finally
i get drubk alone a lot and i doht see the appeal at all, drinking to forget is the nost anticlimactic thinkg ive tried to do
when i get drunk i’m hyperawatr of the reasons why im drinking and i just get sadder
my mesds are also used to cure alcoholism and they mke me stop drihnkng and im swimming against the current here, i’ve got the means to stop but i’m just so blank that i dont know what to do
my mother’s scumbag boyfriend threatened to knock me out today after i told him to stop talking to me i just want him to stop talking to me
and they all tell me not to call him that, like thwe word scumbag is reserved for people like my rapists and my friends rapists and my familys rapists
but if i could kill two people, he’/d be my second choice, dad
i want to live with you
but i think i love it here and im trying to become one of those punk rock assholes who just wanna get out of this town but i just wanna move north for awhile because its the only place i think i could find a home
and new jersey is full of family that keep calling me a girl after ive to,ld thwem im not and it doesnt really matter, does it/?
theres hundred s of possible people i could morph into but i fit in most with the starving sad