People often ask me why I spend so much time blogging. My answer every time is that I do this because I want to show people what's inside my head. I want to make sure people know that there's always someone willing to listen, and I would really like to bring awareness to some of the issues that I have faced in the past.
Some of these posts may be triggering.
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If you would like your question answered privately, please make sure to write that in your question and not ask anonymously. Thanks!
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I believe in God the Father, Jesus the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
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I follow the tag livelifebyliving and will gladly reply to any messages privately, just be sure to ask.
the whole yahoo/tumblr thing is rly just like when a single dad marries a new woman and the kids get rebellious and are like “YOU’RE NOT MY REAL MOM”
(via two-sides-of-lonely)
Here’s a serious advice. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point because the nicest people are also the scariest assholes when they’ve had enough.
(via hurricanekristen)
i was just brushing my teeth and “hey there delilah” got stuck in my head and i thought to myself “are they still together” so does anyone know that
No, she broke up with him about a year after the song came out.
(via sleepingwithkyra)
This is absolutely amazing. im in love with this.
this is the most beautiful thing i’ve ever read
(via haiimom)
reblog this if it’s okay if i put something in your inbox that would make you uncomfortable
My thoughts:
Love isn’t about finding someone and making them perfect. Love is about finding someone and seeing past the bad stuff and having that person be your image of perfection. Even though it might have been rough, you know the person that they are. I wouldn’t change that for the world. I know I might get hurt. We as humans open ourselves up to being hurt any time we enter into a relationship of ANY form, even friendships. Life isn’t about running from potential pain, it’s about finding the potential reward and taking the risks. Without pain and heartbreak, pleasure and happiness wouldn’t feel the same.
Why do I spend hours a week talking to people who I likely never will meet and doing everything I can to help?
I do it for the people who are ostracized and pushed away from everybody else. I do it for the ‘different’ people who people want to talk about. I do it for the people who tell themselves lies just because they’re so used to hearing everyone else tell them the same.
I am SICK and TIRED of hearing my peers gang up on someone and speculate about that persons past. I’m DONE hearing that someone is ‘weird’ or that someone ‘doesn’t belong here’.
Enough is enough! Grow the fuck up.
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
Dear [insert URL here],
(via oneblondechick)
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