if it has nothing to do with you or anything related to you then fuck off.

“my birthday’s coming upppp!! :dsfgfwwdsfghgfwe” or “birthday biiiiitchhhh ;))))” . well congratu-fucking-lations on coming out of your mom’s vagina!!!

how i’m so “confident”, “independent”, “a leader”… no mom, i’m actually really insecure about how my body looks. i hate my non-flat stomach, big nose, weird feet, chubby cheeks, non-existant boobs/butt…etc. i’m not independent because i always depend on my boyfriend to make me feel better. i’m not a leader because when i was told to be captain for a day at powder puff practice i wanted to throw up and leave practice. my mom thinks she knows me, but she doesn’t know me at all. well, maybe it’s because she did know me. probably because the confident, independent leader doesn’t exist anymore. all of those things existed in elementary school and they changed when i got to middle school. people are cruel and i always let it get to me. the buildup of middle school/high school abuse has just destroyed the elementary kid in me that didn’t give a fuck about anything anyone ever said. 

this documentary made me cry. love demi lovato.

this picture was taken a few months ago…i continued to self harm after this picture, but currently i haven’t done it in about 2 weeks…

show ‘em the ropes

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

When they first wake you up:

As soon as they walk out:

When you hear them coming to wake you up for a second time:

“I’m up, I’m up!” [and repeat~]

“Bitch, I’m eating.”

gianna nicole / december 5 / 17 / south florida /
TAKEN by Ricky aka http://confined-in-white-walls.tumblr.com/♥
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my life is my message

what everybody needs to learn.

if it has nothing to do with you or anything related to you then fuck off.

when people on facebook put their status as:

“my birthday’s coming upppp!! :dsfgfwwdsfghgfwe” or “birthday biiiiitchhhh ;))))” . well congratu-fucking-lations on coming out of your mom’s vagina!!!

i hate when my mom brags about me to other people.

how i’m so “confident”, “independent”, “a leader”… no mom, i’m actually really insecure about how my body looks. i hate my non-flat stomach, big nose, weird feet, chubby cheeks, non-existant boobs/butt…etc. i’m not independent because i always depend on my boyfriend to make me feel better. i’m not a leader because when i was told to be captain for a day at powder puff practice i wanted to throw up and leave practice. my mom thinks she knows me, but she doesn’t know me at all. well, maybe it’s because she did know me. probably because the confident, independent leader doesn’t exist anymore. all of those things existed in elementary school and they changed when i got to middle school. people are cruel and i always let it get to me. the buildup of middle school/high school abuse has just destroyed the elementary kid in me that didn’t give a fuck about anything anyone ever said. 

this picture was taken a few months ago…i continued to self harm after this picture, but currently i haven’t done it in about 2 weeks…

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the-absolute-funniest-posts:

When they first wake you up:

As soon as they walk out:

When you hear them coming to wake you up for a second time:

“I’m up, I’m up!” [and repeat~]

“Bitch, I’m eating.”

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