“Becoming yourself is really hard and confusing, and it’s a process. I was the girl in the front of the class who was the first person to put her hand up. It’s often not cool to be the person who puts herself out there, but I found that ultimately, if you truly pour your heart into what you believe in, amazing things can and will happen.” - Emma Watson,on winning the Trailblazer Award at the MTV Movie Awards (‘April 14)
I talk to people all the time to try to feel less lonely. And to keep me out of my mind. I can’t even talk to anyone about what’s going in in my head. Anyone at all. And I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I’m tired of hurting myself, too. I’m so lost.
I just want to reset back to a few years ago. And erase everything.
I wonder if I would do anything differently, and how different life would be.
But, then, other times I want to skip ahead a few years, and see how things are then.
I know in my mind that jumping through time won’t solve anything, but it seems like a good daydream. While it lasts.
I want to be able to talk to you like a friend and act like close friends when I’m around you, even if you are my boyfriend. My boyFRIEND.
But that’s hard when you get mad and serious about everything I say or do.
this is my favorite image on tumblr just because it’s really deep. we think of hell as some firey dark place filled with hate and people who are horrible but isn’t that what our world is? people constantly hating on each other, hating them selves, hating the things people do, hating the world around them so why wouldn’t this be the hell of another planet, because there’s sure as hell enough hate to go around.
I reblogged this a week ago, my wish came true 2 days ago, hopefully my wish will come true this time
reblog and make a wish
this is my second time reblogging and my first wish came true so
i have to
i did this a few days ago and it also came true, i was freaked out like fuck
here goes nothing
well lets see
i remember a few months ago, wishing that my crush would like me back on this post
and now he’s my bf
..WISHING AGAIN. YAY
i wonder what marketing for penile cancer would look like?
“I LOVE PENIS”
“SAVE THE PENISES”
and if women wore some of their shirts or bracelets, they would be seen as whores or sluts or asking for it, maybe even resulting in rape, but when men wear “save the boobies” or “save second base” shirts, they are applauded for caring about a human being by yet again sexualizing a serious illness.
HOW UNSETTLING IS THAT