Hi. I'm 20 and my fiance is in the air force. I try and keep it interesting. Feel free to ask me anything!
yeah clowns and heights are scary and all but have u ever clogged your friends toilet
i will never understand why some
women think some women are
competition when the monster
we are trying to defeat is too
big for a single one of us
IF U DO NOT LIKE ME:
1. Me neither
2. I don’t care
It’s about misunderstandings between people and places, being disconnected and looking for moments of connection. There are so many moments in life when people don’t say what they mean, when they are just missing each other, waiting to run into each other in a hallway.
Sofia Coppola on Lost in Translation (2003)
STOP WHAT YOURE DOING. THERES A KITTY SWIMMING ON YOUR DASH
I’m not struggling with my weight, I’m struggling with my mind. If I loved myself more my weight wouldn’t be a problem.
You don’t have to save me. Just hold my hand while I save myself.
100% of people who tell you you’re too sensitive are saying it because they don’t want to be held responsible for your reaction when they mistreat you
Bring consent out of the bedroom. I think part of the reason we have trouble drawing the line “it’s not okay to force someone into sexual activity” is that in many ways, forcing people to do things is part of our culture in general. Cut that shit out of your life. If someone doesn’t want to go to a party, try a new food, get up and dance, make small talk at the lunchtable—that’s their right. Stop the “aww c’mon” and “just this once” and the games where you playfully force someone to play along. Accept that no means no—all the time.
the saddest part about wanting to die is when nobody cares enough to notice
when you sleep through your days because the pain you feel is too much for you to handle
and all you have to look forward to is a fucking cigarette
it’s killing you but you love the way it makes you feel
you’re unstable, anxious and you lack the energy to fuel a conversation
you go days without eating
you stay up all night writing fucked up poetry
searching for a beautiful way to write “I wish I was dead”
but still they don’t see a damn problem
I want to roll over at 2 a.m. to a kiss from you not a text message
Good thing I can experience the lunar eclipse from the comfort of my own bed on the interweb.
Fer real doe