Dear Charlie,

One day I won’t let my parent’s words make my life miserable.

One day I won’t let my sister destroy me

One day I won’t lay on the floor, shaking and crying.

One day one guy will come and he will talk to me because he likes me. Not because he’s lonely and wants attention

One day I won’t say “i can’t handle this anymore, please make it stop”

One day I won’t compare myself to others

One day I won’t try to save the world

I’ll save myself

It’s a promise.


This jumping spider popped up on one of the mop buckets at the shelter today and while attempting to scoop them off and relocate them they fell into the bleach/soap water. Quickly I reached down and fished them out and placed them onto a paper towel and folded it to gently press it down on them to dry them off as quick as possible and after about ten minutes they perked up and they were released on my cars mirror.
Afterwards they looked at me then surveyed their new surroundings before tucking themselves away behind the mirror to settle in.

I.. I sort of have a jumping spider addiction for those who don’t know.  ❤

well since everyone is doing it I decided to take a crack at it. So yes I doodled myself with little Sauer (pretty obvious that he is prevalent on my blog) Holy hell i’m white af. All of my European heritages making me the palest mother fucker in this god forsaken desert. That and I don’t like to go outside XD 


Ezra Miller in: The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012)

Patrick never likes to be serious… so it took me a while to get what happened. When he was a junior, Patrick started seeing Brad on the weekends in secret. I guess it was hard, too… because Brad had to get drunk every time they fooled around. Then Monday in school, Brad would say… “Man, I was so wasted I don’t remember a thing.” This went on for seven months. When they finally did it, Brad said he loved Patrick. Then he started to cry. No matter what Patrick did… Brad kept saying that his dad would kill him. And saying that he was going to hell. Patrick was eventually able to help Brad get sober. I asked Patrick if he felt sad… that he still had to keep it a secret. And he said “No,” because at least now… Brad doesn’t have to get drunk to love him.

If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me…And I don’t want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.
—  Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower