I got bored.
Sometimes I wish you would just text me.
Even to only yell at me.
I miss you.
As long as it isn’t a saftey hazard, I don’t see why we can’t have them. And yeah, if the tattoo is inappropriate or if your plugs have something inappropriate on them, then I can see why they would want them covered up it taken out. But if you have blue hair and the store or whatever wont hire you because of that, fuck them. I like your blue hair, I’ll hire you.
One hundred percent support
i cant even tell you how sick to fucking death of this body policing bullshit i am. its 2014, we’ve cloned sheep, get the fuck over it and hire a person with cotton candy pink hair and metal in their face, what the fuck is the problem???
Reblog every time.
No matter what, remember, I’ll always come for you.
I’ll never forget the time I saw my, now fiance, when we were both with other people after having broken up.
I met him at the gas station down the road because he wanted to go for a walk and see me.
We started walking and he wouldn’t even look at me, let alone touch me.
The conversation was barely a few words.
It hurt so bad.
He had been telling me how much he loves me and wants to see me just hours before.
What did I do wrong?
So when he left and I walked home I asked him what I did.
He told me that I hadn’t done anything. That it just hurt him too bad to see me wasting away. That I just looked like bones with a thin layer of skin over them.
My fiance spent the day asking me to go over to his friends house with him, so finally I gave in and told him to come get me.
When I asked my grandma if she minded, something happened and I don’t know why.
All I could do was run to the bathroom, close the door, and sit down and cry. I sat there and cried until he texted me telling me he was in my driveway.
When I got to his car I had wiped all the tears away, but my nose was still sort of running and my voice was shakey.
He spent the next half an hour asking what was wrong.
When I wouldn’t answer we just went to his house and laid in his bed together.
I didn’t want him to know I was like that. I was fine with him thinking I was just in a shitty mood. I didn’t want him to have to worry.
Why can’t I be normal so I don’t have to do that to him?
OH MY GOD.
I WENT TO SEND A PICTURE OF MY BRA TO MY BOYFRIEND AND SENT IT TO A LADY FROM MY CHURCH.
SHAME LEVEL +999999999