oh i m soo sloshed and i feel sttiol like ive been stepped on just now

i need something strognehr

cashmerethoughtsss:

strugglingtobeheard:

jamaicanfemmefatale:

postwhitesociety:

highvoodoopussypope:

cuppycakeermk:

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. 

(Source: ixivxciv)

artvevo:

Gerhard Richter

artvevo:

Gerhard Richter

(Source: artfucker1996)

themadisonking:

Ayeeeee follow my new insta 🙏🙏🙏🙏 pwease??? Gracias guapas!

ur the cutest 10/10 a+

themadisonking:

Ayeeeee follow my new insta 🙏🙏🙏🙏 pwease??? Gracias guapas!

ur the cutest 10/10 a+

deletingmyself:

(by oldoinyo)| North Carolina, US

dallonvveekes:

isnt that a panic at the disco album

dallonvveekes:

isnt that a panic at the disco album

(Source: lvloonlight)

we were
and then we weren’t
sometimes people fall asleep in love
and wake up empty
sometimes people fall asleep
and don’t wake up at all
and it hurts
until it doesn’t
and you don’t always feel it at first
but when you feel it
oh god do you feel it
and sometimes we bleed ourselves
dry before we can feel okay again
and sometimes the scars don’t fade
like the doctor said they would
and i know sometimes I come home
with my knees torn apart and
lips that look like cherries
but taste like blood
and one day I’ll be spitting up your
name and I won’t be able to taste
anything but you
and you
and you
and I can’t stop my heart from beating so
fast that I collapse on the ground trying
to catch my breath
and I can’t fall asleep knowing that I
might wake up and not be yours
because tonight we are
but who knows if you’ll still love me when the
sun pierces through the blinds and hits you
in the face

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

or not

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

yamcans:

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