Bostonian, but wannabe NYC-er. Early 20s. White femme queer. Waitress in college limbo. Brooding introvert, aggressive punx, and natural redhead.
A SUPER RAD PERSON IS GOING TO KIMBRA WITH ME FUCK YEAH
Omg I had such a bad day and you just made me so happy!!!
girls, who were bullied most of their life and gain confidence at one point, should be feared most because they dont take anyone’s shit no longer and they will destroy you if you think otherwise
I’m feeling this way right now with some shit at work. Someone wants to start drama and I am not having it.
"She was filled with regret before she died. She felt like she’d failed us as a mother tremendously."
"Did she say something to you about it?"
"She never said anything, so I don’t have any tangible proof that she had regrets. But she had a very bad substance abuse problem. And I know she always wanted to be a good mother. So I separate my mom from her disease. I always imagine that my mom and an alcoholic were living in the same body. And I know that my mom loved us. And that she hated the alcoholic."
why am i worrying about pleasing people that i have almost nothing in common with? who do nothing but put me down??
my dear tumblr friends we are better than that