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I'm not scared

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destispell:

men: rape jokes hahaha! beating women haha! lol make me a sandwich whore! put on makeup fugly! hahaha!

women: those aren’t funny.

men: lighten up, it’s a joke wow must be on her period women are so emotional lol

women: i drink the tears of men, haha!

men: hOW DARE YOU. HOW DARE YOU PROMOTE THE SUFFERING OF US MEN? DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE HAVE DONE FOR YOU? YOU WOULD BE NOTHING WITHOUT US. THATS NOT FUNNY AT ALL

(via coconut-booty)

I miss this blog

fromhatetohealthy:

I don’t think anyone particularly cares but I’m still around. Just not in the mood to be on Tumblr.

And yanno, the reason for this is because I don’t feel supported anymore. There are a few (ex?) friends I’m talking directly too. I should have known. People always abandon you when the going gets tough.

And to the ONE friend who’s stuck around and been absolutely amazing, that I kik’d daily while the others fucked off, thank you. Because you’re one of the only reason I haven’t been giving up.

Today I walked with my head held high. Knowing my worth and who I am on the first day of classes. and that was NO thanks to those of you that abandoned me.

I don’t think anyone particularly cares but I’m still around. Just not in the mood to be on Tumblr.

       Anonymous

phosphorescentt:

I think I’m great because I took my demons by their balls and destroyed them. I’ve killed my insecurities, I’ve left obesity and self-injury in the dust, and pre-diabetes and other obesity related health issues along with it. My single mom never went to college and declared bankruptcy and we’ve almost lost our home on multiple occasions, but I’m gonna be the first one to graduate from college, a good college, with a bfa, and with less than half of the average graduate’s student loans. I’m 22 with a car in my own name, not a hand-me-down or a gift from my mom and dad. I’m a manager at my job, I only make $9.25 hourly but I still walk away with over a hundred in tips most days. Whatever fake ass world I’m living in right now feels pretty good, healthy, happy, successful, and with a cute face and a great ass so maybe you should rethink your definition of the “real world,” sweet cheeks.