effy

everybody else is moving on and moving forward but i’m stuck in the same fucking place and i can’t move but nobody notices and they keep going on without me and i feel so fucking alone

A little girl and her mom were looking at me at the coffee shop this morning and I heard her mom say “go on, it’s ok!” and the little girl shuffled up to me and said “ex-cuse me please, do you have to put on your tattoos by yourself every DAY or does your mom help you?” I am d y i n g

Pure

Having a squad who are open minded, and can ramble on about some intellectual deep shit, having debates on issues but also having your funny moments, but having a vibe like no other, and just being chill, carefree, embracing who you are, feeling comfortable because you are with the same group of people so no worry to feel judged is the squad I strive for

me: *sends a single text* why am i so clingy

The year is 2018. Your bills are on autopay. You just got paid and you still have $1200 from the last check. When you want something, you buy it without moving money around. Your credit cards are paid off. You and your friends have 2 international trips planned and paid for this year. Your parents are in great health and you’re able to help if they need anything. You love your job. Your desired creative career is falling into place and you get to take your little cousins to Six Flags and Universal Studios over the Summer. Your relationships are healthy and supportive. All of the toxic energy from the past 6 years is gone. You going to concerts, eating good across the states and your crib has art and warmth throughout. 2018 is going to be so good to you.

Blessings! Blessings!

you are allowed to put yourself first. it’s not selfishness, it’s self worth.

sex is cool and all, but have you ever made a girl laugh by telling a stupid joke, and she just smiles and looks at you, like really looks at you, and for a moment everything just stops and you feel weightless? it’s amazing

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

i don’t like girls. i love girls. i wanna kiss girls. i wanna date a girl. 

do you ever have a conversation and think “I am not heterosexual enough for this”

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.