make me wait a motherfucking year

  • me: FUCK THIS STUPID FUCKING BOOK FUCK THESE CHARACTERS MAKING ME FEEL THESE FUCKING EMOTIONS WITH THEIR NONEXISTENT ASSES THEY KEEP DYING OR GETTING KIDNAPPED OR BREAKING DOWN AND THEN THE FUCKING BOOK ENDS ON A FUCKING CLIFFHANGER AND I HAVE TO WAIT A FUCKING YEAR TO GET WRAPPED UP IN THIS SHIT AGAIN MOTHERFUCK
  • also me: *pre orders next book*
Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time a man got fucked. Now, how is that for a story. Cause that’s the story of black people in America. Shit you all don’t know you black yet. You think you just people. Let me be the first to tell you that you are all black. The moment these Dutch motherfuckers set foot here and decided they white, and you get to be black, and that’s the nice name they call you. Let me paint a picture of what’s waiting for you on the shore. You arrive in America, land of opportunity, milk and honey, and guess what? You all get to be slaves. Split up, sold off and worked to death. The lucky ones get Sunday off to sleep and fuck and make more slaves, and all for what? For cotton? Indigo? For a fucking purple shirt? The only good news is the tobacco your grandkids are gonna farm for free is gonna give a shitload of these white motherfuckers cancer. And I ain’t even started yet. A hundred years later. You’re fucked. A hundred years after that. Fucked. A hundred years after you get free, you still getting fucked out a job and shot at by police. You see what I’m saying?
—  American Gods

Oh she long dead. She wouldn’t give it up for Johannes up there so he threw her off the boat. Did you know your momma couldn’t swim? You all need to work on that. Take swimming lessons, this is how we get stereotypes.

You want help?
Fine.
Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time, a man got fucked. Now, how is that for a story? ‘Cause that’s the story of black people in America! Shit, you all don’t know you black yet. You think you just people. Let me be the first to tell you that you are all black. The moment these Dutch motherfuckers set foot here and decided they white, and you get to be black, and that’s the nice name they call you…

Let me paint a picture of what’s waiting for you on the shore. You arrive in America, land of opportunity, milk and honey, and guess what? You all get to be slaves. Split up, sold off, and worked to death. The lucky ones get Sunday off to sleep and fuck and make more slaves, and all for what? For cotton? Indigo? For a fucking purple shirt? The only good news is the tobacco that your grandchildren are gonna farm for free is gonna give a shitload of these white motherfuckers cancer. And I ain’t even started yet. 
A hundred years later. You’re fucked.
A hundred years after that. Fucked.
A hundred years after you get free, you still getting fucked out a job and shot at by police. You see what I’m saying?

This guy gets it. I like him. He’s getting angry. Angry is good. Angry gets shit done. You shed tears for Compé Anansi, and here he is, telling you you are staring down the barrel of three hundred years of subjugation, racist bullshit, and heart disease. He is telling you there isn’t one goddamn reason you shouldn’t go up there right now and slit the throats of every last one of these Dutch motherfuckers and set fire to this ship!

You already dead, asshole. At least die a sacrifice for something worthwhile. Let the motherfucker burn! Let it all burn!

—  Mr Nancy, American Gods
  • Kid: Who cares about an Invader ZIM movie?
  • Me: I'VE WAITED ELEVEN MOTHERFUCKING YEARS TO SEE ZIM ANIMATED AGAIN, TO SEE SKOODGE AND TAK MAKE AN APPEARANCE, TO HAVE THE TALLESTS REVEAL THEIR PLOT, SEE GAZ AND DIB FIND OUT THEY'RE CLONES, SEE A POSSIBLE ZIM AND DIB FRIENDSHIP ROLL OUT, SEE GIR BECOME BADASS, AND TO SEE AN EARTH-IRK ALLIANCE POSSIBLY HAPPEN. THE COMICS WERE THE FIRST STEP AND NOW IT'S THE FINAL PUSH.
  • Kid: Are you okay?
  • Me: Do I LOOK OKAY?
Did you know your momma couldn’t swim? You all need to work on that. Take swimming lessons. This is how we get stereotypes…
You want help? Fine. Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time a man got fucked. Now how is that for a story? ‘Cause that’s the story of black people in America.
Shit, you all don’t know you black yet. You think you just people. Let me be the first to tell you that you are all black. The moment these Dutch motherfuckers set foot here and decided they white, and you get to be black, and that’s the nice name they call you…Let me paint a picture of what’s waiting for you on the shore. You arrive in America, land of opportunity, milk, and honey and guess what? You all get to be slaves. Split up, sold off and worked to death. The lucky ones get Sunday off to sleep and fuck and make more slaves, and all for what? For cotton? Indigo? For a fucking a purple shirt? The only good news is the tobacco your grandkids are gonna farm for free is gonna give a shitload of these white motherfuckers cancer. And I ain’t even started yet.
A hundred years later. You’re fucked. A hundred years after that. Fucked. A hundred years after you get free you still getting fucked out a job and shot at by police. You see what I’m saying?
This guy gets it. I like him. He’s getting angry. Angry is good. Angry gets shit done.
— 

Mr. Nancy, American Gods

This scene walked up and punched me in the face and it was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. This is transcribed straight from the subtitles because the writing is incredible, the only tragedy being it loses Orlando Jones’ Fucking Incredible acting. Can we preemptively give him an Emmy? Or all of them?

i know everyone just heard ‘adam birkholtz has sisters’ and ran with the little sister headcanons and i love them all but also what if adam birkholtz was the baby of the family???? hmmm???

(thanks @kantperson and @tictacbergerac for letting me rant abt this on twitter)

LEAH, age 32, surgical resident

  • bc she’s so much older than holster she’s like a really weird sister/aunt/mom hybrid and adam LOVES HER. 
    • simultaneously So Cool and A Giant Nerd
    • saw holster’s snaps of getting high watching the golden girls and was like “ADAM >:(”
    • adam: “LEAH U BOUGHT ME MY FIRST BOWL CHILL”
  • their parents are real :/// because leah never really dated and she ~should be thinking of settling down~ and then the other birkholtz children will be like: “hey ur kid is literally a brain surgeon could u maybe not??”
    • (leah is gay? maybe? but she’s focusing on her career and can’t really be fucked abt it tbh)
  • (leah’s siblings watch A LOT of grey’s anatomy. they call her mcdreamy and she HATES it and they will NEVER KNOW that christina yang made her decide to go to med school)
  • leah hears adam’s stories about ‘his bro ransom’ and just kind of sideeyes her phone.
    • “adam. adam honey. that’s gay”
    • “YOU’RE GAY”
    • “uh.”
    • “my friend shitty says i gotta let u come out at your own pace but is there somethin u wanna tell me?”

DELIA, age 29, resident nurse

  • she and leah are best fucking friends ever
    • (delia is the only one who knows abt leah’s monster crush on christina yang and she knows this bc they watched her last episode together and cried)
    • they work at the same hospital. the patients love them but they get REALLY CONFUSED bc someone will tell them “dr. birkholtz” is gonna treat them and they’ll be like “wait u mean delia? she was just in here she brought me this afghan?”
  • delia crochets like a motherfucking boss. she makes sweaters appear the way bitty cranks out pies. eric bittle, from GEORGIA, thanks god every day for delia’s blankets that are just everywhere in the haus
    • holster just casually gives people his scarf/hat and will be like “keep it dude. i have five more at home and i’m expecting a care package next month”
  • delia has been dating the same guy since high school and they’re engaged. holster gave this dude the shovel speech ten years ago. he still had fucking braces and delia can’t wait for leah to tell the story at the wedding.
  • holster and delia aren’t actually that close but they have an unspoken ‘i would absolutely die for you’ bond.
    • when holster’s home, they watch bad sitcoms together. specifically, ones cancelled in their first or second seasons. they compare notes re: whether or not they deserved to be canceled and how they might have been saved

MURIEL, age 26, personal trainer and professional hockey

  • muriel and holster are tight. it’s 50% a being-the-closest-in-age thing and 50% a diehard bond of hockey love.
  • the family joke is that it’s a good thing holster’s a boy bc obviously their parents were scraping the bottom of the barrel of girls’ names
    • (insert trans holster hc here)
  • muriel took ice skating lessons from ages 4-6, and when holster turned 4 and started learning baby hockey basics, muriel defected
    • muriel is a goalie. muriel is six feet tall and 190 pounds. muriel could end your life and you would thank her.
  • she left for college the same year holster left home to play in juniors. it was fucking awful and she transferred her sophomore year to be closer to his billet family.
  • she may or may not be a Jack Zimmermann Puck Bunny tm
    • (when holster told her abt samwell, she was like !!!!!!!. holster was NOT HAPPY.)
    • she helped him move into the haus and met jack for the first time and her entire brain stopped working.
    • literally she was carrying a giant tub of holster’s whey protein and she just. stood there staring at jack. like a NERD.
    • “UM???? HI. CAN YO U PLEASE. COULD YOU SIGN. UM…. COULD YOU SIGN THIS PROTEIN POWDER PLS I WILL BUY ADAM MORE LATER”
    • holster and shitty were there. a smh tradition was born.
  • MURIEL PLAYS FOR THE BOSTON PRIDE OKAY?????
    • her teammates call her murray because they love her
    • shitty has season tickets. he skypes holster from every single game. they cry a lot.
  • after she won the isobel cup she brought it down to samwell and was like ‘,:) are u intimidated gentlemen?
    • (she immediately became a fucking nerd again bc jack was there and asked for her autograph)
    • “MURIEL SIGN MY ARMPIT!!!!”
    • “ADAM STFU”
    • “PLSEAS??? I’LL SHAVE!!!!!”
    • “ADAM I H9 U”

ADAM, age 24, econ student

  • has really fucking awesome sisters
  • is the undisputed spoiled brat baby of the family
Next 4 eps of Casualty according to the Casualty Wiki site...
  • S31 E36 - Swift Vengeance Waits: -
  • Ethan confronts Scott Ellison
  • (GET THAT MOTHERFUCKER ETHAN, GET HIM!)
  • S31 E37 - Don't Stand at My Grave and Weep: -
  • Ethan looks for answers about Cal's last moments as he plans his last goodbye.
  • (whaaaaaaaaaa even the title is making me tear up.)
  • S31 E38 - We'll Meet Again : -
  • Cal's funeral ep.
  • Love that everything seems so Ethan heavy in the looming eps, as it rightly should be. 3 and 1/2 years on a relationship deserves the fallout. I wonder if he'll find out about Cal being conscious and asking about him.
This motherfucker is psychotic! I bet you there are serial killers less anal. A white woman’s the only one who will TOLERATE your smug ass. I was your white woman for eleven years! You couldn’t have started that damn company without me. Hell, I WORKED MY ASS OFF! I mean, I got a Masters’ degree in business, and there I was - his secretary, his office manager, and his COMPUTER! “No, Bernadine, you can’t start the catering business this year. Why don’t you wait a few years? Yeah, don’t start now; wait one, two, three years. I need you to be the FUCKING BACKGROUND to MY foreground!” 732…732…the number of times that we made love. I remember when that bastard told me he was counting - right after 51! I’ll show you! FUCK ME FOR NOT LEAVING YOUR ASS THEN! But the worst, oh the FUCKING worst, was making my kids go to a school with two other black children because you didn’t want them to be improperly influenced. Well, guess what, John?! YOU’RE THE MOTHERFUCKING IMPROPER INFLUENCE! Get your shit, get your shit, and GET OUT!
—  Bernadine Harris (Angela Bassett) x Waiting To Exhale 
Senpai!Oikawa and Kouhai!Iwaizumi AU
  • Iwa was really shy when he and Oikawa met for the first time
  • They were in the same school from the beginning but Oikawa has never seen him lmao
  • Oikawa insisted Mrs. Iwa that Iwa would go to the same middle school as him (and Iwa internally sCREAMED)
  • Oikawa taught Iwa volleyball and they joined the club together (they weren’t even bench players)
  • Iwa started being mean to Oikawa since he was 4th grade, 2 years after they met
  • “What should I call you? Hajime?”
    “HELL NO” 
    “Then what?” 
    “Iwaizumi” 
    “Iwaizumi? Iwaizumi… Iwai… Iwa… Iwa? Oh! Iwa-chan!” 
    “WTH” 
    “Sounds good right? *wink wonk*” 
    “Oh dear lord”
  • Oikawa keep asking Iwa to call him “Oikawa-senpai” but Iwa would always refuse
  • One time Oikawa was insisting Iwa to call him senpai
    “No matter what you do, I won’t call you ‘Oikawa-senpai’”
    “!!! OH MY GOD SAY THAT AGAIN IWA-CHAN SAY IT AGAIN”
    “WHAT THE FUCK”
  • Kags befriended Iwa to get close to Oikawa
  • Kags is really confused because he somehow views Iwa as a senpai??? Iwa was very mature
    More mature than Oikawa
  • In that incident where Oikawa almost slapped Kags Iwa called him “Oikawa-san”
  • He was pretty brave for a first-year because he fucking headbutt-ed a third-year
  • Oikawa insisted Iwa to go to the same high school again gdi Oiks
  • Iwa and Oikawa practiced after school Always
  • Iwa would always be at Kags’ side even tho Kags was hated by everyone, Iwa still accepted him
  • Iwa tried to spike Kags’ toss (king’s toss //you know? That toss that no one spiked) but failed (that’s when Kags fell for Iwa— NAH JK //when Kags met Hinata, he remembered Iwa)
  • Kindaichi admired Iwa and felt guilty for hating Kageyama because of that
  • Kindaichi was still Iwa’s fanboy #1 that’s why he asked which high school Iwa wants to go
  • High school was pretty dramatic
    Like, really
  • First year high school Iwa is 173 cm
  • The third years teased Iwa quite often
  • But Iwa is still the Arm Wrestling Champion™
  • He calls the third years except Oikawa “senpai” and Oikawa was really mad about it
  • “Two years in high school was pretty boring without you” 
    “what the fuck that’s gay”
  • IWA CRIED DURING THE THIRD YEARS’ GRADUATION and Oikawa teased him about it //and he thinks it’s pretty cute
  • During the third years’ grad Iwa promised Oikawa that he will defeat him when the time comes (like that motherfucking exTRA CHAPTER)

    [IWAOI CORNER]
  • “Call me nii-san”
    “why the fuck would i”
    “i’m older than you”
    “that would make you my brother” 
    “is there something wrong with that?” 
    “Why would i make you my brother when you’re my boyfriend” 
    “……….wait what” 
    “what” 
    “[INTERNALLY SCREAMING]”
  • “CALL ME SENPAI”
    “Oikawa-senpai”
    “…………………are you sick”
  • Oikawa tries to be cool but sorry, Iwa is much cooler than you
  • “WHY AREN’T YOU CUTE YOU LOOK SO GRUMPY ALL THE TIME”
    “because you’re the cute one”
    “………………..what the fuck”
  • POSSESSIVE OIKAWA IS BEST OIKAWA
  • Iwa is much smoler than Oikawa so Oikawa likes to place his chin on Iwa’s head
  • Iwa standing on tiptoes to kiss Oiks AAAAAAAAAAAAA
  • Iwa meeting Oikawa again in college like
    “Oh? Oh my, Iwa-chan! Look how you’ve grown!”
    “What the fuck you sound like an aunt”
    “Shut up I’m still taller than you tho *wink*”
    “I swear to god I’ll break your fucking jaw”
    “Oh, you love me~”
    “I hate you" 

i’ve told this story here before but i’ll tell it again because i can’t find the post. i had the worst dream of my whole life when i was fourteen. i dreamt i was back in the magical land that i’d traveled to in dreams as a child, which i had completely forgotten. i was on a pirate ship, because i’d been queen of the pirates. the captain and the crew were all there, and they were so glad to see me, because they’d thought they’d never have a chance to say goodbye. i was getting too old, and everyone knows growing up means not just never traveling to dream lands but also forgetting all about them. we threw a party, and we reminisced about all our adventures, and about the one pirate who wasn’t there. little john. i’d given him that nickname because i had a book of old robin hood stories when i was seven that was my favorite. but while i’d been gone, the dream world forgotten, the pirates had waited. little john was the only one who didn’t make it, who never got to see me again. and when i woke up, i had forgotten it all — all of their names and all of our adventures — all except that little john was dead. i got to keep him, because dead dreams become memories just like everything else. it has been twelve years now and i never had a dream like that again.

1.
August third.
April tenth.
Second Sunday of May.
Don’t even get me started
on those three days
of the year.

2.
I’ve scrawled hundreds of poems for you across a decade,
written on daisy seeds in red crayon, pushed into dirt,
because I’m running out of ways to reach you.

3.
I’m still collecting tail feathers
and pasting them to my palms,
because you are the only prayer left
to give to a god who suffered an autumn death.

4.
You are my Melpomene and my Thalia.
You are my Buttercup and my Dobby.
You are my Coach Dale and my Ensign Pulver.
You are my Sir,
and no words in the sky or gift given moon
will ever be enough to prove
that they no longer make people as good as you.

5.
Buffy Summers and I have a lot in common.
We’re tiny, feisty, blonde chicks.
School was never really our scene.
We’re not too keen on vampires -
unless they look like David Boreanaz or James Marsters.
Rupert Giles is our idol;
we have siblings that do nothing but annoy.
We both lost our matriarch to an aneurysm
and it almost destroyed us.

6.
I fantasize of alternate realities
where a thirteen year old had the superpower
of saving you.

7.
How I envy the fictional.
Billy Elliot got a letter.
Harry Potter got the resurrection stone.
Simba got the stars.
Those bastards.

8.
Maybe if we hadn’t left Disneyland
your blood would never have betrayed you.

9.
You are the reason I never wear my glasses;
because if the way I walk is enough
for someone to see you in me,
if I became bespectacled on a daily basis
I’d be forever invisible inside your memory.

Seeing your face in the mirror
is a daily ritual I have come to cherish and dread;
the burden I do not mind carrying.

10.
I’d like to think I’d be the same person
were you here for all the years,
but somehow slightly better.

I’d also like to think that
if heaven were, hypothetically, a real place,
you’d be proud of me.
Despite of everything,
and you’d be bragging to William Shakespeare and Gilda Radner
“That’s my daughter.
That is my daughter.
That’s my girl,”

but the day you died
was the day I buried my belief in god
deep in the ground.

11.
I know now that hell is just a fable
to make children better behaved,
because I’m always begging the devil to come take my soul
if he just gave me
one more day.

(I’m still waiting for that motherfucker
to answer my phone calls.)

12.
This is far from the first poem
I wrote you twelve years ago, and
it certainly won’t be the last.

I will never stop writing you this poem;
I will never stop looking for the perfect way to say
goodbye.

—  twelve short poems for my mother.
by jgask.

•5sos: hey gu-
• Me: ahahaha nope. No more of this shit. Whatever the fuck it is I don’t want to hear it. Fuck you guys and your 5onthewall shit making us become part of the fucking Spy Kids gang with all your fucking detective shit and your fucking morse code and fucking backwards writing and fucking hotdog code words and fucking random behind the scenes videos and fucking Luke then deciding to fuck us all up with his singing and your fucking new song with its fucking clever as shit misleading title and deep and fucking awesome lyrics and your old guy with a a fucking pony tail spending fucking all year spray painting on to a fucking wall and then your fucking only three minute video at the end and then your fucking making us wait two more days for that motherfucking song and then your fucking music video and all this fucking new merch and your new fucking album which is coming out apparently whenever the fuck it wants. No more of this shit. No fucking more. Whatever it is I don’t want to hear it.
• 5sos: -ys how are you all doing?
• Me: oh

SKYPE CALLS 2

character(s): look at all these motherfuckers: aoba, mink, clear, mizuki, koujaku, and noiz

couple(s): minkao, kounoi, kinda hinted one-sided mizuki/clear but can be read as more of a friendship kinda thing so i wont tag it

notes: how did i manage to fit all these rowdy homosexuals into one thing

*****

aobooty ENTERED THE CHAT 

jellybelly: ENTERED THE CHAT 

jellybelly: hey master!

aobooty: clear please dont call me that 

aobooty: aoba is fine

jellybelly: i know

jellybelly: i just feel you deserve a lot of respect

jellybelly: for helping me pass algebra last year!

aobooty: thats

aobooty: really sweet actually

aobooty: thank you

jellybelly: :^)

jellybelly: i have another question for you master!

aobooty: is it more math

jellybelly: nope~

jellybelly: noiz said something to me today but i didnt know what it meant?

jellybelly: he told me to ask you after school

aobooty: omfg what was it

jellybelly: he said something about this porn he was watching

aobooty: jfc noiz

jellybelly: i think it was “tea-bagging”?

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i made this because tobias eaton is life and it symbolizes the good (blue) and the bad (red) in everyone in the divergent series

Charlotte's 4th Birthday Party

Birthdays are a BIG DEAL in our house. I figured Charlotte is just about old enough to remember things like crazy over-the-top pink princess birthday parties that involve a real Cinderella in attendance.

It turned out better than I expected. All the girls arrived in their princess costumes or party dresses. Cinderella arrived shortly thereafter and entertained the girls with singing, dancing, story telling, a game of Simon Princess Says, Q&A (during which there was a lot of discussion about Princess Anna and Queen Elsa - Cinderella told me confidentially that her Princess Anna costume is being made as clearly Cinderella is no longer flavor of the month with the ¾ year old crowd), a dance party to the Frozen song (because obviously) and then photo time.

It. Was. So. Great. 

A few pics.

Waiting for her friends to arrive:

Making the motherfucking uncooperative cake (truly a labor of love):

The fact that my formal living room is mostly unfurnished clearly worked in my favor as I was easily able to fit a table for 12 kiddos in there!

The finished product. (Did I mention what a total shithead this cake was being?) 

Baby sister was mostly mesmerized by her shoes and occasionally mesmerized by Cinderella.

Cinderella!

anonymous asked:

hello !! hey, do you have any good johndave fic recs? (other than your a++ ones of course heh) like literally anything doesn't matter if its multi-chapter or one shot or nsfw or au or aNYHING just desperate for stories bout my boys u feel me

i haven’t really read any recent fics so soz about that but i mean last summer i kinda went through the entirety of the johndave tag so hahahahaha i have to put this under a read more it is kind of long (also i didn’t label what was/wasn’t nsfw really so just be wary of the tags when looking at the fics and such)

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anonymous asked:

Have you done the new Star Wars characters in their houses?? :) :) :)

I FINALLY WATCHED IT

Finn- Slytherin (I have a feeling people might not be happy about this) He is good, and cares about doing the right thing, but not enough to risk himself (in the beginning at least). He runs because he knows that the people he works for are evil, but he isn’t willing to fight them at first. He definitely has self-preservation in mind when he frees Poe, and decides to flee and asks Rey to go with him. But when he does risk his life, he does it for Rey, because she has become close to him. Slytherins only stick their necks out for the people they care about most. He is my precious Slytherin bab.

Rey (aka Rey of fucking Sunshine)- Hufflepuff. You wanna talk patience, perseverance, and loyalty? She stayed in the fucking desert for years waiting for her parents, living on her own and struggling to survive. She takes BB8 under her wing and refuses to sell him, even though it would get her a SHIT ton of food. She’s open and kind and makes fast friends with everyone she meets. Her initial rejection of the light saber makes her not a Gryffindor to me, because Gryffindors tend to have a bit of a hero complex. It was only when she realized that she HAD to that she took on that role.

Poe- Gryffindor. Badass, self-sacrificing, justice-seeking motherfucker. He risks life and limb for the rebellion. He is a WARRIOR. He’s got the willpower to fight against Kylo Ren’s torture. He doesn’t just use Finn as means of escape, but befriends him and worries about him. 

All of them are in different houses and I think they just show how each house can just be so good. They are all wonderful and I LOVE them. 

OKAY LISTEN HERE YOU PIECES OF SHIT

YOU CAN BE HAPPY AND YOU WILL BE HAPPY OKAY SO LETS GET A FEW THINGS STRAIGHT

1) ONLY YOU CAN MAKE YOURSELF HAPPY

1) ONLY YOU CAN MAKE YOURSELF HAPPY

2) ONLY YOU CAN MAKE YOURSELF HAPPY CAN YOU HEAR ME

ONLY YOU ONLY YOU ONLY YOU CAN DO IT

SO NOW WE’VE CLEARED THAT PIECE OF FUCKING ADVICE UP LETS GET TO THE OTHER MAIN POINT. DONT YOU EVEN FUCKIN DARE PUT YOUR HAPPINESS INTO THE HANDS OF ANOTHER PERSON. DONT U DARE LET SOMEONE ELSE PROVIDE U WITH ALL UR HAPPINESS. U MAKE THAT SHIT ON UR FUCKING OWN DO U HEAR ME. UR BOYFRIEND MAKING U SAD? FUCKIN BREAK UP WITH HIS SORRY ASS. UR SCHOOL GETTING U DOWN? U FUCKIN WALK IN IN HEELS MOTHERFUCKER AND SHOW THEM WHO’S BOSS. UR PARENTS BEING MEAN? LISTEN TO SOME FUCKIN SOAD OK AND WATCH A FUCKIN FILM ON NETFLIX. 

DONT YOU EVEN DARE SETTLE FOR ANYTHING BUT BEST

OK I LEARNT THE HARD WAY AND LET ME TELL U THE HARD WAY CONSISTED OF WAITING IN EXCRUCIATING PAIN FOR A YEAR AND A HALF FOR SOMEONE TO LOVE ME BACK WHICH THEY NEVER DID AND WERE NEVER GOING TO PARTLY BECAUSE I WAS MAKING MYSELF SO AVAILABLE TO THEM AND MAN THAT WAS SUCH BULLSHIT BECAUSE I DONT NEED TO MAKE MYSELF AVAILABLE TO ANYONE U EITHER RESPECT ME OR U DONT AND SAME GOES FOR U U LIL CUTIE

DONT U EVEN DARE GO THE EXTRA MILE FOR SOMEONE WHO REFUSES TO SEE WHO YOU ARE

SO WHAT U DO WHEN UR SAD. AND U MISS SOMEONE. AND U FEEL POOPY BECAUSE U DONT FEEL GOOD ENOUGH IS YOU GO

HELL I AM THE SICKEST

LOOK AT ALL THESE COOL THINGS I AM!!!!! I HAVE A CUTE NOSE AND I BUST CUTE MOVES AND I LOOK CUTE IN PINK AND IM SO DANG CUTE WHY WOULD I EVER NEED ANYONE ELSE TO VALIDATE THAT FOR ME

BECAUSE HELL WHY DO YOU?

YOU’RE SO GREAT AND YOU NEED TO DETACH YOURSELF FROM WHATEVER THAT FUCKIN BULLSHIT THING IS THATS MAKING YOU NOT FEEL GREAT. GET IT AWAY. THROW IT IN THE FUCKIN TRASH. SET IT ON FIRE AND STAMP ON IT IN UR STILETTOS BUT WHATEVER U DO DONT KEEP IT ON A SHELF IN CASE IT GETS BETTER

YOU THROW THAT FUCKIN SONOFABITCH OUT THE WINDOW AND U TELL URSELF UR PURE AND BEAUTIFUL AND THAT UR PAIN IS EXTERNAL AND DOES NOT DEFINE U

AND WHEN U UNDERSTAND THAT UR PAIN ISNT A PART OF U WHAT U DO IS SEE URSELF AS AN ENTITY OF UR OWN. LOOK FOR WHO U ARE UNDERNEATH THE UNDERLAYER OF SHITTY PAINT THAT MAKES U FEEL FUCKIN SHITTY AND BE THAT FUCKIN PERSON

STOP RELYING ON YOUR SADNESS

YOURE SICK AS HELL AND WE BOTH KNOW IT. SO SHOW EVERYONE ELSE. TAKE UR SADNESS AND SUFFOCATE IT WITH ONE HAND FREE TO FISTPUMP AND SHOUT I AM SO FUCKING FANTASTIC AND IM NOT SHUTTING UP UNTIL YOU KNOW IT