trying to be pretty. I mean honestly, I used to try to be pretty but now I realize how much fun being ugly is. Like, you know those girls that never make funny faces, or run around, or wear something out of the norm because they’re afraid of what people will think of them? Or those girls who crowd…
I feel sad for old people in general. Like idk why . I think its cause like some people trick them into buying stuff, they cant walk as well , at any moment they could just die, they look like the suffer, they dont understand ”the new ways”, etc . And some people just act hella rude to them . Like THE FUCK . Gosh , learn some respect . Idk , im lame . Ha,
“Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you’re wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you it doesn’t love you anymore.”—Gaga. (via yanrwtb)
I don’t do drugs, I try my best to not make stupid choices and I do what I am told. So why can’t you let me go out more often? Why do you question the people I hang out with? I know it’s a parent type thing to do, but it’s also your job to give trust and responsibility to your own child. You raised me up, and you should know how I am by now. I understand you’re afraid of me becoming a spoiled teenager who goes out and parties each day, but I know my priorities and what lines I shouldn’t cross. I am capable of balancing my school and social life pretty well. Trapping me in between these four walls won’t help me stay on track, but aggravate me even more. Just give me space to grow up. Growing up isn’t all about intelligence and the salary I receive at the end of the week. It’s also about what I’ve experienced throughout my life time. It’s about the mistakes I turned into lessons, the friendships, the do shit regret it later moments, the partners who have come and gone, and the nights I can’t remember. Let me grow, let me live, let me be free.
just let us be us…
This is actually true. I want my parents to know this. They know that I have tried my best in everything. I try so hard to make them proud. They don’t even know what it feels like to be busy in school with heavy loads of things to do. I know my boundaries.
“I just want to rip my heart out of my chest, wrap it up and put it in a box somewhere, tie it to a rocket, throw it over the edge and let it sink to the bottom of the atlantic.”—J.Blue (via lmnandmrg)
Only one murder out of 100 is committed by a serial killer. The chances that you will be killed by a serial killer are extremely slim; your chances of being killed by a family member, however, are much higher.
Scientists have discovered that when you listen to your favorite song/artist/beat you brain automatically feels better, and your heart is protected and the chances for getting a heart attack are getting smaller.
It still hasn’t hit me that it’s summer time. Just feels like the weekend right now.
I’ve been dreading the last day of school and now its finally happened. I’m excited that it’s summer and no more school or stress. But my long distance relationship is kinda sorta starting now. I won’t see him…