to the people who messaged me
thank you, the mere fact that there are people who care out there,
however few, makes me feel better
Anonymous asked: I care. You mean something to me, and if you want I can be the reason you are alive.
Thanks so much, I really don’t know what to say…
no one has ever offered before
take off anon and I’ll message you :)
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if we could all stop for a minute and see the depth in this, we’d all be one step closer to being a more understanding sort of people.
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Won’t someone talk to me
won’t someone tell me that I mean something
won’t someone tell me that they care
won’t someone give me a reason to live
- screaming silently
- broken and burning downwards
- to silent dispare
- Yeah I know it sucks, just like everything else Ive ever done
- just like my life
- spoiled, dependant, utterly fucking useless
- I hate myself, Why was I born here
- someone give me a reason to keep going
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“You Can’t Be a Princess” | Journalists from ABC’s “What Would You Do?” planted hidden cameras in a Halloween store and filmed shoppers’ reactions to a boy who wanted a princess costume and a girl who wanted a Spiderman costume.
we are policed into our respective gender roles at a very, very young age.
fucking rude-ass moms when i have kids and my daughter wants to be superman or thor or whoever the fuck else then GO AHEAD BABYDOLL or if my son wants to be cinderella or amy pond then HE CAN because being a good parent means making your child HAPPY and letting them do something harmless like wear a costume they wanna wear for halloween the one day of the year you can dress up like somebody else THAT ISNT YOURSELF.
not precisely what happened to me, but not too far off. much more subtle though, and I really had(and have) a variety of interests, so it was more that a dollhouse or whatever disappeared, but i didn’t notice because I had other things…
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High school, it seems, has changed. It has become competitive. Young men and women — 13 to 18 years old — must work more or less tirelessly to ensure their spot at a college deemed worthy to them and their families. So rather than living their adolescent lives — lives brimming with desires and vitality, with vim, vigor, and brewing lust — these kids are working at old age homes, cramming for tests, popping Adderall just to make the literal and proverbial grade. And for what? So they can go to a school that puts them in debt for the rest of their lives. School has become a great vehicle of capitalism: it quashes the revolution implicit in adolescence while simultaneously fomenting perpetual indebtedness.
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