Anonymous said: Do you ever wonder if people like your old roommate or other people you've talked about on your tumblr see your blog without you knowing?
I mean all I ever got from making text posts about my life was anonymous hate, like whether it was me being shitty and complaining or me being happy and excited about something, so I don’t make them at all anymore. Why do you ask?
is there anything on earth more anxiety inducing than being given unclear instructions and then put under time pressure
really all you need to know about the american health care system is that there’s a popular tv series where a man turns to cooking industrial quantities of crystal meth in order to pay his hospital bills
Let’s talk about the old days,
let’s talk about your friends,
let’s talk about the summer
and how you wish it wouldn’t end.
Did I forget to tell you,
how pretty you looked in that dress?
In the first time that I saw you,
you cleaned the mess from my head.
And I don’t mind,
if we take our time.
No, I don’t mind
Fuck the fact that I have to wait half an hour for a bus after 12 of hours of hell today because im a woman and it’s not safe for me to walk 9 blocks at night alone
- it’s okay to eat
- it’s okay to have fat, because it’s natural and it doesn’t make you ugly or unlovable
- stretch marks, scars, moles, etc are totally ok
- your body is wonderful exactly the way it is
- please be kind to yourself
- i love you so much
I hate when a person says they’ve had a bad day and everyone, instead of trying to cheer them up, enters a competition of who’s had the shittest life