Uh…… you mean like this?
wow. let it be known that tumblr legitimately changed my opinion on something today.
I’m sorry but is there an advert about toilet paper in there. They are legitimately trying to sex up toilet paper.
this series of pictures is also a great response to:
"women aren’t objectified"
"sexism is over"
"men are objectified too"
If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.
If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.
When teenagers say they want to be five again. They don’t mean they want to be young again. They mean they want to go back to a time when they were whole; unbroken and innocent
You want to know why I’m so messed up? So fucked up? So screwed up? So rebellious? Why I’m so hard to deal with? The list goes on and on.
I have no one to talk to. No one to go to. They all tell you: “When you’re feeling down talk to someone. It helps.” or “Tell your parents they’ll fix everything.”
Haha yea right! The last people I’d ever go to is my parents. Pitiful isn’t it? What a lovely family. We all hate each other guts.
But why you ask? Everyday I head the same words over and over and over. “stupid girl.” “Worthless” “idiot” “a disappointment”. I could go on and on. The list is endless. Funny thing is though these words are from my own parents. Every fucking day I hear them. Home is hell.
Now do you understand why I can’t talk to my parents?
Oh but then I hear: “You can talk to me. I’m here for you” from my ‘friends’. Funny thing is that your not. None of you are ever here for me. If I tell you you’d run in the opposite direction and keep running until you can’t. That or I’d get the sympathetic look. I’d be treated like a glass doll, easily breakable.
Now do you understand why I am the way I am?
You say talk to someone. I say who. I have no one to talk to. No one to tell what us really going on. How I’m slowly falling apart again. Slipping back into the darkness. It’s not as simple as saying talk to someone.
How do you when you have no one to talk to? No one who truly understands.
Funny thing about me. I push people away. When they get closer I push harder. And then all of a sudden they stop getting close. They stop trying to break my walls. They stop trying to be my friend. And that’s my fear. I’ll be abandoned. It’s happened before and it’s still happening.
So there. Now you know. You know why I am the way I am that is if you even bothered to read this. But don’t give me your sympathy. There’s one thing I hate more than I hate myself. And that’s fake people and fake friends and fake anything. I’m not some doll that will break when played with. Im strong enough. So don’t lie to me. Ever. You’ll just show my how much of a fake you really are.
tips on how to properly enter my room:
- do not
I’m not perfect and I never will be. But I am 100% me! And I won’t let the world tell me otherwise!