why can’t i be skinny like all the other girls at my school. why does this society hate me. why.

"I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget."


Samuel Beckett; “Waiting for Godot” (via fawun)

(Source: sturmdrang)

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
Dear [insert URL here],

(Source: wishtoconfess)

xxzina:

alyssa-lenore:

people say, “it’ll be okay.” or “it’ll be alright.” but it’s easier said than done when you’re not the person feeling so broken inside, feeling so hurt that you physically feel parts of your body aching. it feels like i’m in pieces and i know that to be okay again will be a long an painful process. when you put your heart into everything and it just falls apart, it kinda seems like you do too.

omg exactly how i’m feeling

malcolmxinthemiddle:

im still crying at if you say jesus backwards it sounds like sausage. 

(Source: cuntakinte)

dont-argue-with-your-serperior:

im that one friend that doesnt date anyone and doesnt really go to parties or have a life really but when im over at your house ill eat all your food and for exchange i shall tell you bad puns

disneyprincest:

taking selfies is a lot of work when you’re ugly 

dont go

i don’t love you, at least not yet. all we are is friends, for right now. i like you. and you like me. and i think we could somehow make this work in this crazy world. but i need you to understand something first. im a mess. you probably don’t want me, but for some amazing reason you do. and i love that about you. you’re so great. your laugh, smile, body, everything just overwhelms me when you are in my presence. im scared to talk to you in person. i don’t want to mess things up with you like i do with everything else. i don’t want to become attached to you because i know that at one point or another i will get hurt. and i don’t want to be broken. i want to be able to move on from you no matter how hard. face it, break ups are hard and if you don’t agree then you clearly haven’t been in my shoes. 

Me: *is friends with boy*
Classmate: So what's between you two.
Friends: So what's between you two.
Teachers: So what's between you two.
Parents: So what's between you two.
World: So what's between you two.
Universe: So what's between you two.