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This blog is the best representation of my life - misjudged feelings and an over appreciation of pop punk bands
replacing my heart with another liver so i can drink more and care less
im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh
I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.
I’m in this weird stage where I don’t really like myself, but I don’t really care anymore
"My boyfriend/girlfriend won’t let me"
What was that?
How lovely congratulations on your 3rd parental guardian”
But seriously if your partner won’t let you do something (eg, hang out with your friends)? That’s actually a GIANT RED FLAG for an abusive relationship, please get help or get out of there.
إن حظي كدقيق
فوق شوك نثروه
ثم قالوا لحفاة
يوم ريح اجمعوه
My luck is like a flour
that got thrown over thistles
And had to be collected
on a windy day
by the bare footed