whoever discovered popcorn must have been really fucking freaked out
we really do have a gif for fucking everything
date idea: feed me grapes and fan me with giant leaves while I sit on a couch in a toga
Fuck yeah to the kids who feel like they’re dying inside but still gather up the strength to roll out of bed, get dressed, and leave the house. You are strong and beautiful and worth so much more than you know.
id like think im an alternative badass girl who doesnt give a fuck and doesnt live by societys rules, but in reality i do all my homework and never back talk teachers and i say “please” and “thank you” and “sorry” way to much
I tied a red string around my finger
so I wouldn’t forget the important things:
to swallow my pills in the morning,
to call my mother every night,
to only tell my friends about
kissing the boy from History on Tuesday,
and not about the emptiness that rippled
through me on Tuesday night.
To turn in my paper on time,
12 font, double-spaced, Times New Roman,
no sarcasm, the professor hates that;
to talk to the girl in the library
with only sarcasm, she prefers that.
To stop taking medicine with vodka,
it only makes things worse;
to waltz into work
with bright eyes and no sign
that I thought of twenty-six
ways to die the night before.
And my red string grew tighter,
weighted with the routines and rules
that I had carved into stone,
and I never realized that I had forgotten
the most important thing:
what it meant to be alive.