I despise secret Santas. I don’t mind getting what I didn’t ask for, but to be the only person that didn’t get a gift makes you feel pretty shitty inside. So I tend to stray away from gift exchanges because i don’t feel like putting my hopes and trust out there in the open.
Idgaf if we’re blood related. treat me like family, ill do the same. If not, then kiss my ass.
I’m honestly so tired of your shit. Like I don’t even really care anymore if you fck up your life, just as long as you’re not messing up mine. Selfish I know. But you can’t help someone that doesn’t want it.
School just really sucks cause they take this wonderful concept of learning and discovering new things and just completely ruin it with the atmosphere of judgement and suppression of creativity and strict deadlines and basing your intelligence on a letter and wow you ruined it nice job
“I wish I knew how to love someone without killing myself. How to mend hearts without breaking my own. How to kiss and not create bruises.”—Michelle K., Things I Wish I Knew How To Do. (via anditslove)
I just feel like I’m doing a shitty job all the time. But no one ever asks, the blame just keeps being thrown onto my shoulders when I’m making everything so much easier. And I guess addressing an issue makes me the asshole.
Maybe one day you’ll end up in my shoes. When everyone depends on you, and yet at the same time everyone disrespects you. Maybe one day you’ll see how much it takes to keep a firm composure when you’re being attacked all at once.
“If you find someone who makes you smile, who checks up on you often to see if you’re okay. Who watches out for you and wants the best for you. Who loves and respects you. Don’t let them go. People like that are hard to find.”—Unknown (via jttlv)
“I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.”—(via vtm-kid)
Listen to me, you can’t fix people. Your love won’t make him stop hating his father and your devotion won’t cure her of her childhood. All you can do is be there, violets sprouting out from your ribs, acceptance on your lips, your own wounds still bleeding and all you can do is be there and sometimes that’s enough, sometimes that’s everything.