Hearing your voice seriously just made my whole week. I just wish the call didn’t drop. I don’t want to stop talking to you
By the end of this year, I will probably be out of my house for good and that’s a really scary thought because I grew up in this house. I’ve never lived anywhere else and it would be like how it has been this whole year when I haven’t been home at all, because I won’t have an option to stay here for a bit if i feel like. And i’m nowhere close financially to do so, but it just now gives me even more motivation to get my shit together. And it’s so exciting at the same time because it’d be a new beginning and with someone(s) I enjoy being with the most and have became like a second family to me and the most incredible man i ever had the pleasure of meeting.
Anyone who says strippers won’t get anywhere in life are wrong. Look at Iggy Azeala, she used to be a stripper and now she’s famous.
I think it’s really fucked up how so many teenagers are alone and sad and having panic attacks in their room while their parents watch TV, and how a lot of those teenagers have had relatively normal childhoods, yet there’s this huge boom of depression and mental disorders, and its just dumb how we’ve turned into a generation labeled ‘reckless’ but really, we’re only reckless with ourselves
This is one of the best posts I’ve ever read
I will reblog this every time it comes up on my dash
“The Museum of Broken Relationships”
The Museum of Broken Relationships grew from a traveling exhibition revolving around the concept of failed relationships and their ruins. Unlike ‘destructive’ self-help instructions for recovery from failed loves, the Museum offers a chance to overcome an emotional collapse through creation: by contributing to the Museum’s collection.
Whatever the motivation for donating personal belongings – be it sheer exhibitionism, therapeutic relief, or simple curiosity – people embraced the idea of exhibiting their love legacy as a sort of a ritual, a solemn ceremony
In the words of Roland Barthes in A Lover’s Discourse: “Every passion, ultimately, has its spectator… (there is) no amorous oblation without a final theater.” (x)
i entered the friendzone but all I found were enemies
fuck you charmin i didnt ask