I punched a guy bc he was making rape jokes and one of the things he said was “what’s the difference between yes and no? Nothing” so I asked him if he’d care if I punched him in the face and he said yes but I did it anyway since there’s no difference between yes and no and that’s the story of how I gave someone a bloody nose
Friendly reminder that yesterday when my mom took me to Walmart she left me alone in the toilet paper section and this guy started hitting on me and I said “Sorry, I’m a lesbian.” and he was like “Oh my god I’m so sorry I thought you were a boy.”
It breaks my heart to know that it hurts you.
I try really hard to accommodate everyone around me but everyone knows that never works.
You can’t satisfy everyone.
You mean the world to me.
And you know that.
I don’t expect you to be happy with every decision I make I just ask you to understand that I can’t care about myself as much as you do.
When you don’t care about the life you live it makes it hard to change yourself to be happy and create a happy time out of life.
When I tell you I do something, it’s because I know that if you care, I’ll try and care a little bit more. And I tell you everything. I can’t hide things from you, you’re my brother, if I hid things from you I would be closed off from the world and not tell a soul anything.
When I hurt myself it relaxes me for just a few moments, and I can finally breathe. I get set free. It’s not something I choose to do, it’s an addiction I can’t overcome.
You’re my everything and I never want to lose you.
If there were one thing stopping me from leaving this world it would be you.
You’re the only reason I’ve held on for so long.
Because when I wake up and know I get to see your smile and hear your laugh my day is suddenly worth something.
Without you my life is dull and pathetic.
You mean so much to me.
And I’m sorry that my hurt hurts you too.
But you need to understand these things are an addiction that I have not overcome.
I try hard to overcome them for you it it hurts me inside to live without them.
When I tell you things I know it will upset you, but when it does upset you, it upsets my stomach too, and helps me stop whatever I’m doing.
I love you so much.
“Isn’t it strange? There are so many people out there who secretly love someone. And there are so many people out there who have no idea that someone secretly loves them.”—Letters to Crushes #513739 (via verenaandrea)
I want to be skinny for me Do you understand that? I want my thighs to have a gap when my feet stands together I want rib bones and collarbones to feel and touch Hip bones so sharp it bruises when brushed I want arms so thin a bracelet could circle through I want to be thin enough for me so that I can feel more human and less like a fat disgusting pig