i can't post ANYTHING on here.
EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. i write what i feel, or express any of my emotions or freaking like post a picture of something, my mom finds out and freaks out cause she doesn’t get it. seriously, whoever the FUCK is telling her about my blog NEEDS to stop. this is TUMBLR. you DON’T do that. what people post here, YOU DON’T GO AROUND TALKING ABOUT IT. and if you do, then you SHOULD NOT...
today my drawing teacher shared this with me: that is the word for “angel” in hebrew. but if you translate it directly, it actually means messenger. i thought this was a beautiful concept. that angels are not the white, winged, spiritual symbols that society depicts. but rather messengers. think about it. angels may be more present than you think..
I will write about the following, anonymously...
catastrophicseals: rescuemeatsix: Dear ex, Dear girl I hate, Dear boy I like, Dear ex bestfriend, Dear bestfriend, Dear mom, Dear dad, Dear Santa, Dear future me, Dear person I have a crush on. Everybody’s doing it.
When you & your bestfriend act like rappers.
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whyisyourdoorundermybucket: i really really really really really really really ʎןןɐǝɹ ⓡⓔⓐⓛⓛⓨ REALLY don’t want to go to school tomorrow
scottiehughes: still somehow she wanted me with skinned knees and the soft of her shoulders so fine beneath teeth still somehow she wanted herself to look all twisted and tawdry as i tore her up, and she wrung my wiry black burden between her palms still somehow i wanted her full up and fire-fervent while she throat-spoke my name and i hard-pressed her back and arched spine and opened and...
i wish i could eat garlic bread for every meal
mom, can you please remember that you were 18 once...