Just when I was starting to forget about how much I miss you and how sad it makes me that we don’t even speak to eachother. 👌😕

lately my mom keeps asking me why i seem so angry and stressed all of the time and i finally know why. it’s because i’m going to be 22 in two days and all i’ve accomplished in those years is to fuck up my life in a multitude of ways. financially i’m the biggest fuck up and because of that i’m stuck living at home. the double standards drive me nuts when it comes to my sister and i and it seems like i’m held to a much higher standard and she’s simply “the baby”. when i was 17 i was being a mom, a student and working a part time job at a fast food restaurant as well as keeping up chores at home. my sister doesn’t do half of that and somehow i still get more grief about shit than she does and it drives me nuts. no one listens to me ever and i don’t feel like anyone really gets it or gives a shit. i don’t even know why i bother anymore.

"Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”"
Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.z  (via theyellowbrickroad)

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I didn’t know I was broken ‘til I wanted to change. I wanna get better, better, better, better. I wanna get better.

popunklouis:

mrsmoonbear-senpai:

popunklouis:

remember that rumor we all believed in middle school that marilyn manson got the bottom half of his ribcage removed so he could blow himself??

What the fuck kinda middle school did you go to

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fmptard:

this is just about the greatest thing i’ve ever seen
s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d:


letting go requires a skill set I don’t have // 365 Poetry Project #126
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