straight boys are weak and pathetic, queer girls walk into the ladies changing room and see ten women naked, do they stare? do they say something inappropriate? do they make them uncomfortable? no because they have the common fucking sense to recognise when a situation is sexual and that people deserve the most basic level of respect to not be harassed, yet here we are banning shorts and low cut tops in school because straight boys are weak and pathetic

I will reblog this every time I see it posted

my friends don’t give a fuck how I feel but I still keep running back to them when they need help and it makes me feel bad about myself but I feel like I couldn’t live with the guilt of not being there when they need me. it’s really hard for me to talk about suicide and stuff and they do it so carelessly without thinking if it’s effecting me at all. I’m so tired of this

today is friday the 13th and if i don’t get brutally murdered with a machete in cold blood i’m gonna be pissed

I never wanna feel heartbreak ever again.

I feel so stupid sometimes because I fantasize too much about the people I like; I invent stories with them, I imagine entire days with them and how nice the future will be with pictures and letters and other tender things that makes a lot of sense in my mind. then the reality turn to be so much different and meaner and maybe the reason why it’s so difficult for me to accept it and letting people go it’s because I just want my future to be happy. in all my stories and castles I build inside of my mind, sadness just does not exist