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does anyone ever like get all happy bc when u wipe theres no blood and u think your period is over so u stop wearing pads/tampons but then like 3 hours later u go to the bathroom adn u cry bc ur underwear is ruined and u were wrong and betrayed by ur vagina 

i dont know if youre reblogging this because you’re agreeing with me or laughing at me 

"Magick, in essence, is the ability to communicate to the universe what you want in an effective way, so that the universe can then respond and create what you desire."
Reblog this if it’s okay to talk to you and be your friend and ask you weird questions







please! I’d love to get to know people here!



hi I don’t wanna do my homework

yes please im at school and this class is boring as hell

Please please please it’s nearly 2 am and I can’t sleep


Are you ever just overwhelmed by the horrifying thought that maybe, nobody ACTUALLY wants you around? And it’s not that you think everyone hates you, but it’s just that you’re not special to anyone? And that its really kind of sucky that you’re about 98% sure that nobody thinks “Wow, I just really like talking to her.” and that you could probably just disappear without anyone caring that much?

"I feel like I’m all alone, all by myself, I need to get around this. My words are cold, I don’t want them to hurt you. If I show you…I don’t think you’d understand, cause no one understands."
-Take Me Away, Avril Lavigne (via shyqui)

He said he didn’t understand why she was so insecure.

She just smiled.

She didn’t tell him about the time a man pushed her against the wall and whispered too close in her ear for her to “trust him” and that it would “be okay”.

She didn’t tell him about the time when she was thirteen and a girl pointed at her, telling her she was “too fat” and how that one event changed the way she perceived her body forever.

She didn’t tell him how boys used to make lewd advances toward her and laugh when she blushed and ran away because she’d never been taught how to handle these situations.

She didn’t tell him about the way she used to cry herself to sleep because her best friend had replaced her and how she felt so scared with no one there to hold her.

She didn’t tell him about how she watched her mother cry bitter tears, knowing that her father was cheating but refused to give her a divorce, and how watching the whole situation unfold before her eyes was enough to make her question love entirely.

And she didn’t tell him about how long it had taken her to painstakingly build a wall around herself that made it impossible to trust anyone or anything.

She didn’t try to explain herself.

Instead she just smiled when he said he didn’t understand.

Instead all she said was: “Good. And I hope you never do.”

-Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #7 (via blossomfully)