piplump:

Pros and cons of boys:

  • Con: They’re dicks
  • Pro: Their dicks

(via i-n-e-f-f-a-b-l-e-m-e)

"

My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.

So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

"
– (via runiqu)

(via guy)


exhists:

im not even a 2nd choice anymore, im like a 193847271th choice 

(via guy)

sassings:

wish i was witty and cute but instead im sarcastic and annoying

(via guy)

"It’s all messy:
The hair.
The bed.
The words.
The heart.
Life…"
William Leal.    (via retratou)

(via i-n-e-f-f-a-b-l-e-m-e)


lustire:

im not ignoring your snapchats, im just too ugly to reply at the moment

(via maybee-someeday)

"

If owning a gun and knowing how to use it worked, the military would be the safest place for a woman. It’s not.

If women covering up their bodies worked, Afghanistan would have a lower rate of sexual assault than Polynesia. It doesn’t.

If not drinking alcohol worked, children would not be raped. They are.

If your advice to a woman to avoid rape is to be the most modestly dressed, soberest and first to go home, you may as well add “so the rapist will choose someone else”.

If your response to hearing a woman has been raped is “she didn’t have to go to that bar/nightclub/party” you are saying that you want bars, nightclubs and parties to have no women in them. Unless you want the women to show up, but wear kaftans and drink orange juice. Good luck selling either of those options to your friends.

"

For You.

I love you so much
So much the pain in my heart gets larger and smaller at the same time
Larger by the fear of losing my happiness and love
Smaller because you make me feel safe and whole
I don’t understand how I feel sometimes
I love you truly, without a doubt.
I always I’ll be alright with you
I hope.
I just feel like I’m always doing something wrong
You tell me it’s alright.
But I want to change to be better for you, I want to be the best girl for you.
But I don’t know if I can, I’m trying though
I’ll always try
For you.