Anonymous asked:
Post a selfie!
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Hmm, well, if I do, will you tell me who you are Anon?
Anonymous asked:
Post a selfie!!!
Ahh I’m nervous about it, hence why I haven’t, I feel like people would view me differently!
Things women shouldn’t have to apologize for:
1. Having our periods
2. Sexual preference
3. Farting/pooping
4. Bra cup sizes
5. Independence
6. Painting our faces
7. How many people we’ve slept with
8. Looking like hell
9. Not enjoying giving blow jobs
10. Being girly
11. Not being girly
12. Putting relationships first
13. Healthy eating
14. Not liking children
15. Making more money
16. Not wanting to have sex
17. Putting work first
18. Eating too much
9!!!!!!!!!!!!
Period Problems
Me: I want cuddles
Me: but I don’t want you to touch me
Me: because everything hurts and I’m nauseous
Me: but I also want a grilled cheese
Me: and maybe some brownies
Me: no wonder I’m so bloated and fat
Me: *cries*
Me: WHY WON’T YOU TELL ME I’M PRETTY
Me: YOU’RE A DOUCHE
Me: leave me alone.
Me: no, come back, I want to cuddle you
being with someone in the military
- Sleep edition-
- Me: should I sleep?
- Me: will he text?
- Me: probably not
- Me: I'll leave my ringer on just in case
- Me: *just falling asleep*
- Phone: *DING*
- Him: hey I have my phone!
- Me: yay!
- Him: *doesn't respond for 3 hours*
i hate being so aware of and sensitive to changes in tone and levels of energy in other people. even if i know it has nothing to do with me, if someone isn’t constantly and consistently showing me they enjoy talking with me or being around me, i get a sinking feeling in my stomach and everything feels awful. i will literally question if someone even wants me in their life anymore multiple times a day.
having anxiety, having depression, being bipolar, being sick.
you have no idea what’s real or what’s part of your sickness.
am i overreacting? is this how normal people are?
how much of me is me, and how much of me is this disease that i can’t control?
why am i terrified of everything?
why am i so scared to take the next breath and the next bite of food, to say something, to be a human.
how much of me is me, and how much of me is this black hole in my chest that i can’t control?
i don’t want to feel like this anymore (via soulsaturated)
honestly i hate when people try to sugar coat shit like if you don’t like me or don’t wanna hang or don’t wanna talk to me just fucking tell me don’t keep ignoring me and expect me to figure out the hint like that’s such a bitch ass move i’d rather hear it from you than be ignored 99% of the fucking time.
- me: *wakes up*
- me: wheres my phone
- me: *rips off blankets*
- me: *hears loud thud*
- me: there it is
- *throws tissue into trash can from two feet away*
- me: BALLIN
- me: BALL IS LIFE
- me: BASKETBALL NEVER SLEEPS
- me: KOBE TELL ME HOW MY ASS TASTES