You can blame your parents, the world, God, on everything bad that happens in your life. But then, honestly you have admit that they are responsible for all the good as well. You can do what I do. Take all the credit for your own glorious life. Good and bad.

And I, the random white ‘inhabitant’, well I’m not allergic to the plant. I find that ridiculously funny. 

imakissaphobic:

nerdy-hipster:

Story of my life.

“Single female, age 16

Dear Mother & Dad,

Please forgive me. I have tried to be good to you both. I love you both very much and wanted to get along with you both. I have tried.

I have wanted to go out with you and Dad but I was always afraid to ask for I always felt that the answer would be no.

And about Bud, I want to dismiss every idea about him. I don’t like him any more than a companion, for a while I thought I did but no more, in fact, I am quite tired of him, as you know, I get tired of everyone after a while.

And mother, I wish that you hadn’t called me a liar, and said I was just like Hap. as I’m not. It is just that I am afraid of you both at times, but I love you both very much.

So Long

Your loving daughter

that will always

love you

Mary

P.S. Please forgive me. I want you to, and don’t think for one minute that I haven’t appreciate everything you’ve done.”

This whole note is my life. This whole note is all I’ve ever wanted to say to my parents but could not. It is from  a girl who committed suicide. Sometimes I worry about my self. But I will never kill myself.  So you don’t need to worry. 

loveandraisins:

i really didn’t know

what i wanted

or how this was supposed to turn out

when we first started

but with each passing minute

that we spend together

i become more and more convinced

that i’d rather this not have an end

And yet, I am sitting here in my almost finished viking helmet, smiling.

loveandraisins:

all that time

i was under the impression

that i was a patient person

but as it turned out

i’d just never come across anything

or anyone

that i wanted badly enough

to absolutely hate the waiting

and the time in-between encounters

so i guess

you were my first

I don’t wear this or do that, not because I care what people of my faith think.

I don’t give a rip really.

But I act the way I do because I’m so scared of confusing people who aren’t of my faith. And it’s driving me crazy.

I remember when I was like ten years old, weighed eighty pounds, and felt fat. I was a twig.

I wonder if, eight years from now, I’ll look back on my teenage self and find out I wasn’t, am not fat.

Hey Mattel, Thanks for the Barbies :P. Atleast Bratz dolls have a look you can kind of achieve, even if they are the ugliest things ever.