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I get so bitter seeing cute couples. I’m sorry that I’m such a bitch that I can’t be happy for other peoples happiness, I just can’t see why I can’t have my own.

(Source: ddanielmaitlandd)

I want to be alone and I want people to notice me - both at the same time

(Source: black-wolves)

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amouremeline:

f is for friends who dont talk to you

u is for ur alone

n is for never having any plans at all, all i do is sit at home 

(Source: slimed)

lucieintheskywithgems:

the perfect man

Listen,

It does not matter what you say. As a woman, as a woman of color, as a woman of size, as a woman with large breasts or no breasts and a lifetime of experience with bucketloads of passion. It does not fucking matter.*

Because unless there is a white guy backing you up, you are an angry bitch. Uppity, spirited, “that girl,” the femanazi, the super-libber, the PC chick, the conspiracy theorist…

I just wish my own experiences were enough. That the experiences of fellow women were enough. But we must always come with backers. We must always have a few men nodding along behind us in the crowd. And at the very least if we’re going to be so bold as to bring up racism or sexism in polite company then we better be willing to quote reputable studies that have been widely recognized by the psychological and sociological communities.

If we lack this armor we are just drama. Dramatic or… wait for it… psycho bitches who think everybody is out to rape them or thinks they must be, “Like, soooo attractive to be hit on so much and totally, probably, like, thinks like a victim.”

This is so dangerous because I believe it teaches us not to trust our own judgments. Sadly, in this world, that can be life or death. When that guy hits on you for the third time at the club we should just get over it. He wasn’t being that creepy. “Oh no, girl, don’t talk to the bouncer about him, that’s just drama. Just have a good time.” I complained anyway but nothing was done.

And hey, when he tries to attack you while leaving the club—which happened to me and a friend in June of this year—the police may ask you why you didn’t complain “more than once” to security. I shit you not.

Because it is never good enough. It’s always a teachable moment from man to woman. So listen up, child, because that’s exactly what you are. At least until a white man comes to back up your claims. But I don’t have to tell you that. You already know. The trick is for this argument not to be dismissed outright by some dude in a Quicksilver t-shirt because the fact is, he has final say on the veracity of our claims.

(Source: pastichee)

(Source: femburton)

I’m gonna puke.

(Source: mutiple-url-disorder)

(Source: colfercriss)

(Source: stuckinthesticksbarbie)

rootchild:

YOU ARE THE QUEENEST OF QUEENS