Die Young Stay Pretty

Growing up before the 2000s was nice because no one was recording the stupid shit we did.

reminder that this blog, while not politically focused, supports BLM. bootlickers and racists aren’t welcome here, and never will be.

hazmat suit with “JUICY” bedazzled on the ass 

Posts that hit different spring 2020

What really hurts me the most I think is the fact that I’m easily replaceable. Nobody actually needs me in their life, I’m unnecessary. And I just don’t matter to people as much as they matter to me.

I'm done listening to your meaningless words. Prove it to me through your actions. Show me I'm not replaceable. Show me you want me in your life. Show me you aren't like everyone else who leaves me and forgets me.

*aggressively thinks about sitting on your dick while having a casual conversation with you*

i support girls anger. i support girls who yell. i support girls who get called bitches and cunts at parties because they’ll swear at guys who won’t leave them alone. i support girls who don’t believe in second chances and cut off people who hurt them. i support girls who say no the first time and flip you off if you ask them again. i support girls who will never allow themselves to be pushovers and constantly get shit for it. you’re fucking incredible. 

This is the ADHD hack that got me straight A’s for my final 3 terms of college and Cum Laude honors.

And WHAT honors?

every day I live in constant fear that I’ll accidentally add a picture from my camera roll to one of my reblogs on this stupid hellsite

When people tell me, “Trust your gut! Follow your intuition!” Like, bitch, I have anxiety. My “gut” is usually telling me that everyone hates me and that I’m going to die. I can’t trust what that motherfucker tells me.