Having a ‘fuck the lemons’ day… and feeling a little restless. What to do!?!
Oh& dear RM, I think I figured out who you are today. I actually found myself talking about you and the fact that you’re going to crystal castles this thursday, just like I am. What a small world. Anyways, I have to confess, I wish we were friends. From what I’ve heard you tell it like it is and listen to bitchin’ music.. those are both qualities I look for but rarely find around Irvine. Maybe I’ll see you thursday night?
im pretty pissed off that someone called u a bitch. i think the point u made to them was really clear, and a good one at that. you are a beautiful person with a beautiful soul and anyone who doesnt see that is obviously the bitch. iloveyoumorethanyou'lleverknow!!!
Some people can just be so rude. I love you tooo <3 Soul sisters for life!
a few nights ago, i dreamt about you. we were in my house sitting and talking; you were wearing plaid with your back to a sliding mirror, perhaps on a closet. then, my family came home and i told you to hide in my room. my mom said she didn't care and then i talked to you some more. what does this mean?
Sometimes I have dreams that I swear are glimpses of the future. Maybe I’m destined to someday be your friend, to have a secret conversation in your room, to wear plaid with my back against your mirror/closet. Who knows! I must say I’m flattered to be in someone’s dreams and I’m guessing those are your initials.. but sadly, I don’t know who you are.
umm WHATTHEFUCK! VV to the person that asked you that question. ok not everyone is fucking happy all the time people have bad days and maybe she was a bitch to you because you're annoying get over it. you obviously haave no life if you came on her tumblr to tell her shes a bitch. by the way alex imissyou<3 and your FUCKINGAWESOME!<3
Hahah thank you! GAH I MISS YOU TOO <3 let’s do lunch sometime yeah? (:
I had one of the worst days of possibly my whole entire life then I come home and get excited because I have a tumblr message……and I get this. Honestly, I’m not going to be polite and say I’m sorry if I did anything to you or you should talk to me about it. FUCK YOU, YOU SELF RIGHTEOUS ASSHOLE. I don’t care who you are or why you felt the need to do this, but you should know that online bullying is stupid and hurtful. What if I didn’t have great friends or someone to talk to? What if I decided to kill myself because this was the last straw? Again, FUCK YOU. I’m done with all these hate messages and I’m not going to satisfy you by posting anymore of them, so I suggest you stop. Kthanksbai
I hate this I hate this I hate this. I need a way out. I need something, anything. I’m tired of being stuck in the valley of constant lows. I’m tired of wanting to be somewhere else, someone else. Nothing soothes the pain and nothing helps. I’m burnt out and washed up. Fuckmylife.
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a @#!*% everyday. I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I’m a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them. I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to “teach me a lesson”. I am the boy who isn’t allowed to get changed in the same changing room as the other boys—- if you believe that homophobia is wrong, feel free to reblog this.