brokenly: My life is like a romantic comedy except there’s no romance and it’s just me laughing at my own jokes
my thoughts and prayers goes out to you americans who have never tasted kinder eggs
What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that...– Sandra Cisneros (via worldly-wise)
Can I deal with one crisis at a time? Damn.
Having a super wtf day so if you need me I’ll be organizing in the streets of Montclair and hating myself.
dumbirish: parasailin-sarahpalin: just a friendly reminder that there are 15 and 16 year old Olympians and we’re all here in our rooms running our blogs at least we’re running
Call me maybe starts playing on the radio
me: oh my god not again
me: I THREW A WISH IN THE WELL DON'T ASK ME I'LL NEVER TELL
edwad: i dont say “no” to drugs i say “no thank you” because i wasnt raised in a fucking barn like some of you hoodlums
A woman’s worst nightmare? That’s pretty easy. Novelist Margaret Atwood writes...– http://www.pbs.org/kued/nosafeplace/articles/nightmare.html (via alullaby) That sums it up (via erikawithac) This reminds me of a discussion we had in school, and one girl was talking about living in fear of her safety because she is a girl, and this guy chimed in and was all “It’s hard for guys...
Right now things are tough but I’m so glad to have made it to this point because I really almost didn’t. The best part is things are going to get better and all of this will just be a faint memory. Everything will come again and much better. Friendship, love, work-I’m only 20 years old, I have plenty of time to rebuild. Everything is okay.
Time to turn love back into a positive.
thisiswhiteprivilege: White privilege is being a white illegal immigrant and never being told you’re ruining this country and taking everyone’s jobs.
Please please please let me get what I want
Greek yogurt and tears.
Oh also I’m employed.
I’m just not ready to start dating again. I get so anxious I wanna vomit. I need to just take this time for myself. I don’t have to prove to anyone that I’ve moved on and I don’t need to even the score. I just need to find a way to make every day meaningful.
Talking to my sister and wondering if I spoke with so much apparently internalized racism ad sexism at her age. The saddest part is I think I probably did.
That awkward moment when you have to cancel a date because you have a therapy appointment to work things out with your ex. My life doesn’t even feel real to me anymore.
Guys, I’m going out on a date. Pray for me.
Strange dreams oh my lord
I am a fool
I don't need this
I need peace. I new friends that can e there for me without fine print. I need hugs and love and sincerity and honesty. I need effort. So I’m going. Because I sure as hell don’t need this.