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my math teacher hates me for some reason and it makes me hate math more
lying staring at the ceiling wishing and dreaming for more
to the girls singing please please please (sabrina carpenter) in the hollister dressing room at the mall
thank you for helping me stop and smile
the human spirit is indomitable and I needed a reminder to once again find love and hope even in the darkest corners of those dank as fuck changing rooms
For I am become the great pretender betrayer of a youthful me
As I pretend not to be bothered by my bff who questions 'why wouldn't you want to be soldja boy?' a youthful me asks my mom for two halloween costumes since you're not allowed to be a bloody zombie little girl with a knife at school in the second grade
As I pretend my bff is right when she says we can't even at the bare minimum be mean girls since 'none of us are blonde' a youthful me describes to my dad the terrible tumble zombie Alice took not only down down the rabbit hole but down down a muddy cliff and that's the reason her hair is brown
As I pretend not to care when my bff calls my guy 'weird' a youthful me demands that if I must date a man he cannot be conventional in any manor
As I pretend to be unharmed by the unexplained absence of my bff at my clubs squid dissection a youthful me is ostracized and abandoned by her only friend
As I pretend the barber cut my hair wrong when my bff tells me 'it's really short' a youthful me wanted purple and blue died hair cut in a shaggy mullet
As I pretend I don't hate my new skin so much that I claw at it raw and bloody a youthful me swore it 'would only be once and I'd never do it again'
am i girl blog shit posting now?
who knows~
every time i look in the mirror its someone new who stares back at me.
a face, with features i have had since birth, changing every 34th second
yet every time i look at my reflection it is the same little girl who stared ahead at me.
a face, with features i have had since birth, the solemn look i get when the tide is just out of reach
I'm like if a slut and a virgin had made a baby
how I feel listening to Ultraviolence after being manipulated by the girl I love
the way I used to serve cunt as a child with a wig like this
how it feels to crave for a relationship, not knowing how it actually is and if I'd enjoy it
The big 5
Actually
This and mystery meat ππβ€οΈπππͺ½πβ€οΈοΏΌβΊοΈβΊοΈβΊοΈπ€π₯°π
sometimes you just gottaβ thug it out (rot in my bed while listening to Lana Del Rey / Mitski and crying about it hysterically)
ββ α’..α’β
Yeah my boyfriends pretty cool ,
but heβs not as cool as me
β . . Itβs immortality, my darlings ππ
β‘ this is a vent, not very coquette, but I need to say it or Iβll explode βΛβΉβ
women I know constantly side with men without making fully thought-out decisions/opinions of their own. there is no reason you should immediately side with a man (or anyone for that matter) based on the singular fact that he may like you a bit more if you do. You are a person too; stand up.
No, this most obviously does not apply to you if you actually share those opinions though. Donβt try to get mad at me because you feel victimized when the one who put you in the role of the victim was yourself.
I must admit at times I am a raging cunt. π