If I’m extra sarcastic with you it probably means I’m flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can’t handle your shit
Have fun figuring out which
“Let’s go to New York,” I say in a casual, ironic tone, with a completely unironic desire, tears in my eyes, and no money in my wallet.
“I have so much to do”
*collapses on bed*
One day my life will not revolve around fictional characters.
Today is not that day.
Do me a favor okay?
Stop trying to go back to who you were before. Before you were raped, before you got sick before an eating disorder took over your life. stop trying to be who you were five, ten, twenty years ago. Before the mental illness took over, before he died, back before your parents split or you lost your best friend.You are NOT the same person as before. You never will be again. Give up the idolization of “before” and be who you are now. Be the you AFTER.
Thank you
no post on tumblr has ever hit me more than this whoa
but its funny how we hate ourselves but then we see other people hating themselves and we’re like nO NO DONT DO THAT NO
i feel really strongly about the whole “not being friends with someone who treats others like shit even tho theyre nice to me” thing because
some of my friends still stayed friends with my abusive bf because “he didnt do anything to me. thats between you and him” and that hurt so fucking bad like you have no idea
like i legitimately hate people who dont give a damn about what their friends do to others. i cannot fucking stand assholes like that it makes my blood boil
I understand that nobody understands me, but I can’t be someone I’m not.

“I play the drums on the subway for about three hours per day. It’s like the matrix down here. A lot of bad energy. Everyone is rushing and tense and people don’t like to look at each other. So I’m trying to spread some positivity and keep people out of the zombie zone. Yesterday I was singing some Bob Marley and a man screamed at me to stop playing. I think he was bothered by my light. He got too close to the sun.“

