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imagine my surprise when i get these at 4 in the morning after a date that i thought went really well…

as much as i hate to admit it, he was right. i let him win…

thats what gets me more than anything, like psa dont make the mistake i did, you’re better than that

you flip a biker the bird and you tell him how you fucked his mom last night 

you beat your date at arm wrestling & then you rip his weak puny arm off with the strength of the thousand eyed goddess who lives within

you twerk a victory dance in the rain of male tears because you do not care about some guys fragile masculinity

you are strength, you are the winner, you are a goddess, and regardless of gender or sex you are precious. 

so DONT YOU LET HIM WIN respect yourself

ps; my outfit was on point liiiike/

You are gorgeous and perfect and fuck this guy.

The fuck is wrong with people, man. Goddamn.

Dear every person who says that a mental illness is not
a valid reason for not being able to attend school normally,

Say that to the counselor, the school nurse, the paramedics,
and the friend who walked me to the office on the day of my overdose.
Say that to the kids who saw me sleep through first and second period.
Say that to the boy who sleeps in every class.

Tell that to my teacher who had to talk me out
of suicide on a school night.
Tell that to my bio teacher who saw
me break down during a suicide prevention assembly.
Tell that to the housemates who have heard
me call the suicide hotlines.
Tell that to my freshman English teacher who tells
me I look so alive now in comparison to
how dead I looked freshman year.

Say that to any friend who has had to talk me out of suicide.
Say that to any friend who has had to calm me down
after an anxiety attack.
Say that to every friend and follower that has
come to me with thoughts of suicide.

Tell that to the kids who have failing grades because
they can’t focus, the ones who can’t make it through
a school night without having an anxiety attack,
the kids who sleep right when they get home and
straight on until morning, the ones who
have more breakdowns a day than meals a day,
the ones who have spent more time staring
at hospital walls than school hallways.

Tell that to the kids who cry every night.

Tell that to the teenagers in psychiatric wards and treatment centers.
Tell that to the family of someone who has just committed suicide.

Tell them that school is more important than their sanity.

5:58 p.m. (An open letter to ignorance)

(Source: angryasianfeminist)

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