GUYS. She didn’t die. (My mother.) She’s just leaving work late.
I’m going to hell for wishing she’d died.
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Every time my mom is late, I hope that she got into a horrible car accident and I can move on with my life.
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(via skinny-as-a-rail)
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I’M THE ONE WHO TRIES TO SAY THAT EVERYONE IS BEAUTIFUL.
Because if I say it enough times, I believe it - and I don’t have to feel so damn insecure.
I rarely call people ugly, and try really hard not to make fun of people’s size - but when I do, I feel really, really bad. It’s not that I’m really even judging them, but I need to call someone else fat or ugly so that I feel better about myself.
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Anonymous asked: “everything ;)”
<33 Did! Thanks!
My little brother did them with me and he can’t do jumping jacks at all. xD
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So we laid on a bed of straw, in the back of a garage - held each other tight, and called each other “wife”. The perk of being a prostitute in the child trafficking ring.
At twelve and eleven, how were we to know?
That this perverts hand, and the cigarettes glow,
were not at all what our lives should have been.
Not at all what out lives should have been.
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GOOD BYE 87 DAYS SELF-HARM/PURGE FREE
And Hello 88!
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