do people wear glasses during sex or is it just like you’re blind and everthing’s a surprise
you ask the real questions
My Bad Day Contd.
- I won’t be able to participate in record store day
- My hiccups have given me a headache
- I’ve been super tired and vaguely nauseous all week and that’s still happening
- just nope
baby are you a time traveler because you’re such a misogynist i feel like i’m in 1932
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The world always feels like it’s against you, like it’s just waiting for you to trip so it can laugh at you. As you walk down the hall at school, speeding past everyone as you’re afraid of the insults or the pity words to be thrown at you. Fat. Ugly. Useless. Pathetic. You’re afraid of what you wear might show off too much of your fat or that the sleeves are to short and people will see how flabby your arms are. You are scared of all roaming eyes and blatant stares, waiting for them to turn into looks of disgust or pity. You hear your friends talk about how much they wish to be skinny, on how pitiful love handles are or even on how ugly cellulite is on another girls thighs. You begin to feel an overbearing sense of ugliness as you scrutinize how you look in the mirror at school, how fat your cheeks and neck looks or how big you look in the t-shirt you wore. Skinny jeans make you want to vomit but you wear them anyways and showing your legs gave you anxiety so bad that you would cover them within seconds. Words from your family on exercise and the need to lose weight make you feel desperate enough to just call it quits and to not care anymore. But you do care, the idea of beauty is all around you. In your school, in the magazines, in your favorite tv shows and books. It’s always the skinny girl who is unbelievably pretty that gets the happy ending. But what about the not so pretty girl who is just on the chubby side get? What does she get? Disgusted looks, words of hate thrown at her face and pity for how unfortunate she is. The world is a sinister place where beauty is the highest form of social goodness and everyone admires that person for having such beauty. The world is against you at every turn and you feel so alone and so crowded by the words you think people are saying about you. There is an overbearing self-consciousness where you just feel so hopeless and weak that the world seems to be crashing down on you and you can’t bare much of it any longer. It’s just too much. Just way too much. »i.m.b. (via theoutlandishjamiefraser)via jacelightwoocl
My Bad Day
- I’m having one.
- I just found out that one of my three final papers is single spaced and eleven point font
- I have the hiccups and they’re always really painful and loud
- I just ripped my favorite pair of pants
- I’m done.
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