I want to roll over at 2 a.m. to a kiss from you not a text message (via cyhbercutie)

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When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys call asking your cup size, say A, hang up. When he says you give him blue balls, say you’re welcome. When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you’re a boy, explain that you keep your hair short so she won’t have anything to grab when you head-butt her. Then head-butt her. When a guidance counselor teases you for handed-down jeans, do not turn red. When you have sex for the second time and there is no condom, do not convince yourself that screwing between layers of underwear will soak up the semen. When your geometry teacher posts a banner reading: “Learn math or go home and learn how to be a Momma,” do not take your first feminist stand by leaving the classroom. When the boy you have a crush on is sent to detention, go home. When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boy with the blue mohawk swallows your heart and opens his wrists, hide the knives, bleach the bathtub, pour out the vodka. Every time. When the skinhead girls jump you in the bathroom stall, swing, curse, kick, do not turn red. When a boy you think you love delivers the first black eye, use a screw driver, a beer bottle, your two good hands. When your father locks the door, break the window. When a college professor writes you poetry and whispers about your tight little ass, do not take it as a compliment, do not wait, call the Dean, call his wife. When a boy with good manners and a thirst for Budweiser proposes, say no. When your mother hits you, do not strike back. When the boys tell you how good you smell, do not doubt them, do not turn red. When your brother tells you he is gay, pretend you already know. When the girl on the subway curses you because your tee shirt reads: “I fucked your boyfriend,” assure her that it is not true. When your dog pees the rug, kiss her, apologize for being late. When he refuses to stay the night because you lived in Jersey City, do not move. When he refuses to stay the night because you live in Harlem, do not move. When he refuses to stay the night because your air conditioner is broken, leave him. When he refuses to keep a toothbrush at your apartment, leave him. When you find the toothbrush you keep at his apartment hidden in the closet, leave him. Do not regret this. Do not turn red. When your mother hits you, do not strike back. Jeanann Verlee, Unsolicited Advice to Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth and Pink Hair (via aurelle)

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tomche:

tyleroakley:

selfiekween:

MY MAiN GOAL iS TO BLOW UP AND ACT LiKE i DON’T KNOW NOBODY

THIS IS A REAL HUMAN????

hes preparing for the hunger games

Lmfao wat the actual fuck

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bambigoodwin:

lettersto-savemyself:

"Today in class the teacher asked the question, ‘Is it better to have loved and lost, or to never have loved at all?’ I said, ‘to have loved and lost’ and you said, ‘to have never loved at all.’ I looked at you and you looked at me, and thats when I knew you never loved me at all.
#25 in my “School Series” this was written at least a year ago while I was going through bad things in school (248/365)

this just tore my heart out
aestheticaspirations:

Song: “Chocolate” - Snow Patrol
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