IM FUFCKING CRYING AT THIS PICTURE OF A DUCK
FUC KING LOOK AT THIS SHIT
d ont hurt my childern
seriously mcdonalds is so fucking disgusting with their processed food and greasy slabs of meat ill take three orders of large fries please
when someone stops talking to you and youre not sure what you did wrong
How can I relate so much to a fucking chair? This fucking site
crying is the biggest bullshit ever its like “oh you’re feeling sad and vulnerable, lets make liquid come flying out of your face and make it really loud too so everyone around you will sense your weakness” who the fuck authorized this. its terrible planning, id like to file a complaint
that’s where the healing begins."
starting, nayyirah waheed (via nationway)
in honor of Mean Girls’ 10th anniversary, here’s an incredibly subtle but completely extraordinary joke that you’ve probably never noticed from the movie (I saw it at least a dozen times before it dawned on me): Regina George started a rumor that Janis Ian was a lesbian in the 8th grade, but it wasn’t out of malice… it was because Janis told her that she was Lebanese
I want an apology from my birth mother for neglected me for being the worst excuse for a mother ever but I’ve wanted an apology from her for years and I know I won’t get it.
I want the man who ruined me, on his knees begging me to forgive him for raping me again and again I want him to apologize for every bruise he gave me and every cut I gave myself. But I won’t get that either.
I want an apology from anyone who said they would always be there and then walked out of my life, An apology from the people I trusted with my life and then ruined it. Those are apologies I’ll never get.
I want to apologize to myself a million times everyday. For any time I ever gave in to the urge to cut myself, for anytime I starved myself or threw up. I’m so sorry for putting myself down and never feeling food about who I am. I’m sorry I almost killed myself, I’m sorry for even trying. I’m sorry I have to live with a body that will always have scars from my wrists to my shoulders and stomach to thighs. I’m sorry for not letting me love myself and never allowing myself to let anyone in. I’m sorry for making myself feel so alone all the time.
I want to go back to every time I held a razor in my hand and take it away from myself and tell myself “Maggie, I love you. You need to love you. It’s going to be okay.” I want to go back before I swallowed all those pills, to the day I started planning my death and tell myself “You’re not going to die because you’re not meant to die. Please love yourself.” I want to go back to the first night I was raped and just hug myself and say “You did nothing wrong. It’s not your fault. Please tell someone now.” I want to go back and say or do all these things so so badly. It kills me that I’m not strong enough to protect myself, love myself. But I want to. and someday I will say sorry and I will forgive myself, That’s one apology I will get.
S is for gay
H is for gay
E is for gay
R is for gay
L is for gay
O is for gay
C is for gay
K is for gay
What if you wake up one morning and you’re in bed with the love of your life and they have their arm around you and their snoring like a fucking ass hole, but you can’t help but to smile and you hear a baby crying and it finally hits you, you’ve made it.
you beat the demons inside you, the voices, the darkness.
I look forward to that, to knowing I made it.