"aesthetic" is a very good word, important word. "i love the fifties." no you don’t the fifties kinda TOTALLY SUCKED for many human beings in America. "i love fifties aesthetic" well then, awesome. go you with your bright blocks of color and cute skirts and mini jackets and hair poufs.
Don’t shame the girls who sent pictures of themselves half-naked to their significant others as a way to express eroticism which is healthy and natural… give the people hell who think it’s okay to destroy someone’s trust and distribute those images simply for entertainment purposes.
- DO NOT SPEAK TO ME IN A CONDESCENDING WAY
- DO NOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE I’M AN IDIOT
- DO NOT SPEAK TO ME AS IF I’M STUPID BECAUSE I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT SOMETHING THAT YOU KNEW ABOUT OR BECAUSE I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND SOMETHING THAT’S SIMPLE FOR OTHER PEOPLE TO UNDERSTAND
- JUST DON’T DO IT
Fuck. I was starting to outline an essay, then I got a really attractive snapchat. Now I don’t remember my thesis statement.
I should have killed myself when I had the chance, before I found reasons to live. Now I’m stuck here.
My mom texted me that she is “sorry” because “I worry her”. Not for comming home drunk at 6pm and screaming at me for hours because I put a colored towel in with the whites, even after I said ok and that it wouldn’t happen again. Not sorry she got violent when I told her she was stupid for screaming the exact same things at me over and over until she literally started loosing her voice. Not sorry that she told me I was the reason her marriage is failing, that I’m the reason she doesn’t get along with my father. Not for chasing me out of my own home at night and forcing me to wait in the cold until my friend got off work so I would have a place to go. Not sorry for telling me to go to hell, or making me want to kill myself rather than have to go home every day…
Tumblr, I am turning 20 this month and I feel like I have lived far too long already.