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Kanoelani

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Hawaii will always be home👯
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habibanasr
If he’s not calling you, it’s because you are not on his mind. If he creates expectations for you, and then doesn’t follow through on little things, he will do same for big things. Be aware of this and realize that he’s okay with disappointing you. Don’t be with someone who doesn’t do what they say they’re going to do. If he’s choosing not to make a simple effort that would put you at ease and bring harmony to a recurring fight, then he doesn’t respect your feelings and needs. “Busy” is another word for “asshole.” “Asshole” is another word for the guy you’re dating. You deserve a fucking phone call.

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Wanna know what's super gross and wrong

Middle-aged women coming out of Magic Mike XXL and thinking it’s okay to make suggestive comments to teenage boys. Because I work at a movie theatre, and it happens way more often than you would think. Our (mostly male, teenage) ushers stand at the doors of theaters as the movie ends and tell people to have a good day before cleaning the theaters. And as this happens with Magic Mike audiences, groups of 40 and 50 yo women will occasionally say repulsive and sexual things to the male ushers, and that is 100% not okay. And what’s worse is everyone thinks that’s fine and they’re “just having some fun”. We all know it’s disgusting and wrong for grown men to say that to teenage girls, but it’s also wrong for grown women to say that to teenage boys.

This happened to one of my friends yesterday it was fucked up

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All my life I’ve had people tell me; “You’re 16. What do you know? You don’t pay taxes. You don’t pay bills or a mortgage. You don’t worry about having a job. You don’t have mouths to feed.” You’re right. I’m only 16. But at the age of 13 I was already contemplating suicide. At the age of 13 I was relentlessly told how ugly, fat, and untalented I was. How I would never amount to anything. At 15 I held a bottle of pills in my hands several times a week. At 15 my parents fought so loudly the whole house would shake. At 15 I started telling myself how fat and worthless I was. At 15 I stopped eating for two months. By the age of 16 my thighs were covered in battle scars. At 16 I learned what it was like to pray every night that I wouldn’t wake up to see the sun. At 16 I swallowed a bottle of pills and had my stomach pumped in the middle 3rd period. At 16 I woke up in a hospital and crying and screaming because I wasn’t dead. At 16 I was told my depression and anxiety were just cries for attention. At 16 I learned what it was like to feel the rejection from the people who are supposed to love you unconditionally. I learned what it was like to feel the love my parents used to have for me drain out of their eyes. So I maybe 16 but I feel like I am a thousand years old. I have fought battles you cannot even begin to imagine. I have endured years of relentless torment and taunts, and when I asked for help I was told I deserved it. I may be 16 but I have endured more than you ever have in your 36 years of life. So I may not have to pay taxes. But at 16 I have anxiety attacks over the piles of homework I have to turn in the next day. I may not have to worry about feeding my kids. but even after 2 years of rehabilitation I still get depressed if I eat too much. So you tell me; “You’re 16. What do you know?” And my answer will always be; “Far too much”

Sorry. this was a rant.  (via thetalkingcigarette)

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All my life I’ve had people tell me; “You’re 16. What do you know? You don’t pay taxes. You don’t pay bills or a mortgage. You don’t worry about having a job. You don’t have mouths to feed.” You’re right. I’m only 16. But at the age of 13 I was already contemplating suicide. At the age of 13 I was relentlessly told how ugly, fat, and untalented I was. How I would never amount to anything. At 15 I held a bottle of pills in my hands several times a week. At 15 my parents fought so loudly the whole house would shake. At 15 I started telling myself how fat and worthless I was. At 15 I stopped eating for two months. By the age of 16 my thighs were covered in battle scars. At 16 I learned what it was like to pray every night that I wouldn’t wake up to see the sun. At 16 I swallowed a bottle of pills and had my stomach pumped in the middle 3rd period. At 16 I woke up in a hospital and crying and screaming because I wasn’t dead. At 16 I was told my depression and anxiety were just cries for attention. At 16 I learned what it was like to feel the rejection from the people who are supposed to love you unconditionally. I learned what it was like to feel the love my parents used to have for me drain out of their eyes. So I maybe 16 but I feel like I am a thousand years old. I have fought battles you cannot even begin to imagine. I have endured years of relentless torment and taunts, and when I asked for help I was told I deserved it. I may be 16 but I have endured more than you ever have in your 36 years of life. So I may not have to pay taxes. But at 16 I have anxiety attacks over the piles of homework I have to turn in the next day. I may not have to worry about feeding my kids. but even after 2 years of rehabilitation I still get depressed if I eat too much. So you tell me; “You’re 16. What do you know?” And my answer will always be; “Far too much”

Sorry. this was a rant.  (via thetalkingcigarette)

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cinnamomea
Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren’t lawful; Nooses give; Gas smeels awful; You might as well live.

“Resumé” by Dorothy Parker (via cinnamomea)

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If you see this on your dash, it’s too late

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