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ilostgatsby:

Today I went shopping for clothes. So, I was waiting in line for about 20 minutes because the cashier kept talking to the customer about life (which is nice, don’t get me wrong), but I thought it was a little rude because you know, I was standing in line for the past 20 minutes. Then, when she…

woooow how rude

and i hear people say racism doesn’t exist

Don’t you dare, for one minute,
believe that my kindness makes me
anything but insurmountable.
I did not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt,
and stagger back, wounded and alive,
just to hear you call me weak for trying.
I opened my door to Heartache—
I gave her the fucking key.
My softness for wayward strangers
has made me nothing less
than a halfway house for aching souls.
So when you open your mouth
and call me ‘baby’
understand that I am not your next victim
in a laundry list of broken girls.
You think I don’t know you? People like you?
People with mouths for hands.
I’ve got skin like topsoil
and your teeth could never take root.
So when you go looking to make a plaything
of a sunburst,
you better look for someone with less fire
than me.
Because softness or no,
I will eat you alive
before I let you make a meal of me.

Softness, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

(via fleuredelaguerre)

I think my dad is the main reason why I’m going to be single forever. Like I just can’t handle relationships. You never know what the person is going to be like after shit hits the fan. I can’t trust him. He’s such an asshole and he doesn’t respect anyone. Everything has to go his way. And I know all people aren’t like that but he’s enough to scare me off to everyone else.

And sure maybe I’m selfish and inconsiderate but I’d rather be alone forever than be with someone who would treat me like he has. He’s the main reason why I cry so much. He’s why I think too much. He’s why I can’t focus.

Actions are nothing. Hit me until I get bruises all over. I don’t care. But his words… I’ll never forget the way they hurt me. They make me stay up late at night. They make me worried. What if I get kicked out again? What will I do? Where will I go?

i keep replaying scenes in my head, imagining the worst case scenario

what if i messed up?

i can’t think straight. i can’t function efficiently

what i did was wrong

will this be the end?