Alyssa, BM | "Ke barjurir gar'ade, jagyc'ade kot'la a dalyc'ade kotla'shya." - Mandalorian Proverb "Train your sons to be strong, but your daughters to be stronger."

timeywhimey101:

just-a-skinny-boy:

kibblesundbitches:

So, I found this note in my bedroom at my parents’ house and had no idea why it was on my dresser or when I had received it. I have no recollection of it whatsoever. So I asked my mom, and she told me… (Background: Three years ago, I attempted suicide a few days before my brother was set to go to a friend’s cabin for a weekend. I was eighteen; he was 21) My parents had to force him to still go.  When I got home from the hospital, this was on my bed waiting. Christian suffers from severe OCD. At the time, he refused to hand write anything because his OCD was too severe to let him. He had to type, because it was easier to rewrite an entire assignment when it was on the computer than when it was handwritten. He would literally do an assignment 15-20 times before he could get through the whole thing.  So he apparently fought off his OCD just so he could write me a note so that I wouldn’t feel like he didn’t care. I wish I remembered this, because it makes me feel so loved to know about it now.  Guys. My brother is so fucking sweet.

This is amazing omg

I am literally crying

Things I Say While I'm Driving
  • Me: What the fuck are you doing. What. The fuck. Are you doing.
  • Me: NICE BLINKER ASSHOLE.
  • Me: Why the FUCK are we not even going to speed limit. Why.
  • Me: I AM GOING TEN MILES PER HOUR OVER THE SPEED LIMIT WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT
  • Me: Shit is that a cop? No.
  • Me: Shit THAT is a cop.
  • Me: /dinosaur screams/



thingsonhazelshead:

Keeping up with the news during vacation.

Within the last year I’ve had a lot of incidents where I’ve come across people who have made fun of me, attempting to be discreet, without there being a reason as to why. It happened to me today while at the mall, with two younger girls staring at me, leaning their heads together and laughing and snickering while sneaking looks back at me and my boyfriend. And I really don’t understand it. And it really upsets me. What is so wrong with me that people feel the need to judge me? Am I too large? Am I not pretty enough? I really don’t understand. And it bothers me that I have no idea what each of these encounters has been about. I’m so discouraged about myself. How do I hold my head high, walk talk and proud, if I feel like any time I do, there’s someone lurking in the perimeter to snicker and laugh with their friends? How do you beat them?

yourpersonalcheerleader:

You are not a burden.

You are not a bother.

You enhance the lives of others.

People smile, not groan, when you text them.

Your voice.

Your presence.

You, matter.

(via black--lamb)


dreameaternj:

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kushandwizdom:

ThisLoveQuote

radiantasthesun89:

Huffpost setting people straight.