I can’t catch a break. Not at school. Not at home. Not anywhere. I need to leave this place.
Broken, Fashionable, lovely
wtf….
Lovely, broken, beautiful…. I don’t think so…. I am not beautiful.
Fat, lovely, broken. what a wonderful confidence booster.
(via damnrightyouonmy)
1) Acquire iPhone.
2) Save your own number as a contact.
3) Rename it to impersonate a loved one.
4) Text yourself a cheesy conversation you found on Google with horrible spelling and grammar that pisses off everyone.
Note: You will need to reply to yourself too.
5) Delete the appropriate messages to create illusion of a real text conversation.
6) Screenshot, post to Tumblr and watch the notes pour in.
(via thisurlcannotbefound)
I hate it when boys touch me. I hate it when boys breathe on me. I hate it when boys mess with me. What type of girl do you take me for? I’m not like those slutty little sophomores you love hitting on. I deserve to be treated like a person, not like a sex toy. So the next time a some guy tries to pinch my side, slap my butt, or hold my hand… I’m going to shove his head through a wall faster than he can say “sorry”.