i hate when you voluntarily tell your parents some information about your life because you think you can trust them and then they bitch at you for it like congrats you have guaranteed that i will never tell you anything ever again
“When women scream you wonder what’s wrong with them. When men yell you get afraid about what they’re going to do.”A girl in my creative writing class said this in response to a story we read about witnessing intimate partner violence and it really fucked with my head because I’ve never, ever, ever, thought of it that way. (via firelorddahlia)
When I say “please don’t take a picture of me” it’s not because I’m being bitchy and stubborn, it’s because if I see that picture I will seriously feel so bad about myself and think I am the ugliest thing on earth and sink a little deeper into self consciousness and hatred.
A friendly reminder that just because someone is a blood relative it don’t mean that you’re obligated to put up with their toxic bullshit.
nothing makes me more sad and mad than seeing the nicest people being treated like crap