I can’t even believe who/where I was four years ago. I wouldn’t trade these last four years for anything, it was the best decision I’ve ever made.
Here’s to the next phase of my life, and the person I will be in four more years.
I can’t even believe who/where I was four years ago. I wouldn’t trade these last four years for anything, it was the best decision I’ve ever made.
Here’s to the next phase of my life, and the person I will be in four more years.
can’t even begin to describe how many times this has happened with me in my house and with my extended family. i’m so fucking tired of being told how “ridiculous” and “dramatic” i’m being, and then having that extend into ANYTHING I say or do. the default assumption is that i’m being a “bitch” or “ridiculous,” or i’m just “angry” all the time. which of course makes me want to murder everyone even more. i just wish everyone would pull their heads out of their asses and expand their worldviews once in a fucking while.
and then they act surprised that i want to move across the country.
whateva.
If you rape someone, it doesn’t matter that you’re only 16.
If you rape someone, it doesn’t matter that you cry like a child in court.
If you rape someone, it doesn’t matter that you had a promising future.
if you rape someone, it doesn’t matter that your life is destroyed.
If you rape someone, it should haunt you for the rest of your life.
You raped someone.
You deserve every ounce of justice we can place upon you in court of law.
(via jodiejoee)
“What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-and then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over- like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?”