this is and always will be my favorite book of all time,
im super psyched for this movie, but im afraid it will ruin the book for me. i really hope it lives up to my unbelievably high standards
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the other one didnt have jpeg artifacts you fat nasty trash
No. Just, no. This really pisses me off, and let me tell you about it.
THIS IS SHIT. This is the biggest pile of bull shit I’ve seen all week. I don’t care if this is supposed to be “funny”, to be “a joke”, because it’s not fucking funny. No one should be posting this, no one should be reblogging this, no one should think this is alright. Thinking, “oh, how funny, why don’t I reblog this? It’s cute, it’s a joke, haha a good laugh at myself, other people can laugh too,” but jokes are only funny when there’s truth in them. To use this towards yourself in jest is to in some small way whisper in the darkest corner of your heart, “It’s true”. And it’s not.
There’s a power in words. To say them to someone, to have them said to you, is only the beginning. It does not even matter if they are serious or lighthearted, because once you take those words in to your heart and begin repeating them to yourself, that is when they begin to have power over you. What starts as something carelessly said without consequence does not remain without consequence. I used to joke casually about my weight, my thighs, my body. My friends picked it up from me and began making the jokes, too, and it stuck all throughout high school. And once you say something enough times, you begin to believe it. It becomes true. If there was one thing I could take back, it would be the first time the words left my lips, because they haven’t left me since. Not a single. Fucking. Day.
No one should be saying these words, to themselves or others, because they are not worthy of you and they are not true. No one, not a single person on here, is trash. None of you deserve to be called nasty. And if you’re fat? Who says that that’s a bad thing? Why is being fat being made synonymous with being trash, with nastiness? What kind of message is this supposed to be sending? To your friends, the people you care about, what are you telling them by posting this?
You are all of you gorgeous, creative, intelligent, compassionate, wonderful human beings, and I don’t EVER want to see this on my dash again.
This really annoys me.
trying to warm up to my tablet again
god i said i wouldnt homestuck as much this summer, but the first thing i do when i get home is THIS.
i tried the sick shades and some clothes, but i just couldnt make it work.i’ll finish this eventually…
i dont know whats going on in my head anymore. its like, “oh hey shannon, your so confident and awesome and cool and smart and you get all your work done like a BOSS. you dont need a man, who you kidding, YOUR THE BEST”. but the next day its like, “why are you so fat, so ugly, so alone, your such a failure, you should just go home and never come back”. its like, GOD WHY CANT I JUST MAKE UP MY MIND.
i guess the double rejection from two men ive come to respect is just really taking its tole on my psyche. not that i dont respect being rejected, or even appreciate it, its just rough feeling like your doing something wrong because you cant get a man. and i really like hanging out with them now, and things feel better now that ive made my slowly dying feelings clear, its just i still want to be important to them even if im not their girl of interest. i guess i just want to feel needed for something, mostly being a friend they could come to to talk about things. its in my nature to want to be things for people, i guess its just scary to think that i “need” things like this from people who don’t care about me like i do for them in order to feel like i haven’t failed. like, if i cant come in first (and i never do) i need to come in second because im so tired of being a loser everyone forgets, i may as well be an important loser right?
god i miss good hugs, i don’t get good meaningfull ones anymore.
and god do i miss meaningful conversation. no one ever wants to know more, so assume no one wants me to ask the deep questions, or hear my answers, so why bother?
why does feeling die with age? or at least seem that way?
Boys are stupid
I mean, not really, but,
they kinda are
I mean, its just the hypocricy that comes out of thier mouthes is so frustrating sometimes. I wish they could just say “no” and shut up. I didnt need an explination. I didnt want one. If i coulda just gotten the rejection i asked for and been unhappy about it but gotten over it in a bit, everything woulda been great. But they have to go around saying vague bullshit like, “oh its me not you” and “maybe next year.” JUST REJECT ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT FOR CHRISTS SAKE. Dont go planting seeds of hope to prevent me from feeling bad.
Youd think id get a little more respect for having the courage to be so bold and do what everyone else is too much of a pussy to do.
