(via yoopuriinn)
awesome moment of the day
- me: when are we leaving
- mom: when i'm done making the bed.
- me: it's already made.
- mom: ...........thanks?
So let me get this straight…
You call me a slut because I hung out with a guy (my boyfriend of almost 12 months) and hugged him goodbye in front of you…….
and
Your daughter is not a slut for wearing shorts-shorts, see-through tank tops, and taking a quarter million pictures of herself.
You call me “mo ga gao” in front of my mom because I know how to take care of myself away from home….
and
Your daughter is the perfect child because she flaunts her 5-hour night, starves herself to “stay in shape”, squeals like a 5-year-old on the tour bus, and refuses to conform to group rules on tour.
You call me a bitch because I help make us sound better…
and
Your daughter is not a bitch for shutting me up, glaring at me, and judging me out loud.
I see how it is.
things are gonna get better.
they have to, right?
i just have to keep building up my credibility again….
Rainy days.lonely nights.study times.
such a good playlist.
(Source: swazi-lamazzi, via nazalea)
In my nightmares I’ve seen much bad,
I knew someday reality would crush what we had.
But I never guessed the pain in my head could be so sweet,
Because what I feel now is nothing but incomplete.
The fantasies we painted, the recklessness we tried to hide,
Now all there’s left is us shattered inside.
I watch her break as the broken promises take their toll
Screaming and shouting, not giving me a chance to mend them whole
Face to face with my fears, I hopelessly see it all unfold.
Shaking as I eagerly reach out for your soul to hold
I only ever want to protect you with the things untold.
This nightmare I cannot awaken from I pray for it to end.
I desperately need God to lend a helping hand.
The guilt I’m drowning in is making me weak,
But we cannot break now, it is courage we shall seek.
The useless apologies I will continue to say,
In hopes that tomorrow will just be a bit better than today.
I love you till the stars fall down, till pigs grow wings,
Don’t you ever doubt our strength,
Love prevails and it is hope that it brings.
