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soundcolored:

64memories:

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS TO BE GIFFED MY ENTIRE LIFE

I am crying

soundcolored:

64memories:

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS TO BE GIFFED MY ENTIRE LIFE

I am crying

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Well, here I am again all upset and shit.
(via slutstatus)

(Source: breeehuey)

Posted 1 month ago

Hootitshelby

In the end, society won’t exist.
It doesn’t matter what the world has to say, it doesn’t matter how they look at you, and it sure as hell doesn’t matter what they fucking say. If you want to get tattoos, start drawing . If you want blue hair, dye it. If you want plugs, start sizing. I’ll even loan you mine. In the end, you won’t be remembered. As horrible as it is, it’s true. Your mark that you leave will one day be forgotten, and all that remains is the dirt you left. What I mean is don’t waste your life worrying about what the next person says. Who are they? Perhaps someone who intimidates you, makes you seem inferior. Someone who puts your down as an outcast and will never understand why you wanted that quote from your favorite band tattooed on your arm. I’m not going to say don’t change, because I want you to change. What you need to change is the fact that you’re a pussy and you’re worried about what the world will say. Fuck them. In reality, I’m going to do what I want. I’m going to smile even though I’m dying inside, because I want to enjoy what’s left. In complete honesty, you’re right tomorrow may not come, but I get to choose what I do. In complete honestly, you’re right, it may end. I may be the one who puts the gun to my head tonight. You never know what someone is considering. You never know what someone wants to do. Someone may have been talked out of suicide the night before, went to school the next day with hopes of a new beginning, just to come face to face with the same problem that destroyed them in the first place. All memories, thoughts, ideas come rushing through them, and they’re back to square one. This is not because they are weak. They’re just trying to make sense of themselves. You don’t know! Neither do I. In the end, your opinion will not matter! Try and be heard now.