My drawing I drew last year but I still like it. All you are to Ana and Mia, is a new victim to use and torture.

My drawing I drew last year but I still like it. All you are to Ana and Mia, is a new victim to use and torture.


Girls are trained to say, ‘I wrote this, but it’s probably really stupid.’ Well, no, you wouldn’t write a novel if you thought it was really stupid. Men are much more comfortable going, ‘I wrote this book because I have a unique perspective that the world needs to hear.’ Girls are taught from the age of seven that if you get a compliment, you don’t go, ‘Thank you’, you go, ‘No, you’re insane.’
Lena Dunham, in an interview with The Guardian (via florida-sounds)

I catch myself doing this….This needs to stop. We should accept the compliments, not degrade ourselves to think we’re not good enough.

(via bronwynbuttigieg)


ednos-problems:

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This is true…now why can’t they see that?

ednos-problems:

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This is true…now why can’t they see that?


Funny

I think it's funny how people from my school, bus, everywhere say I'm sweet and nice to EVERYBODY. Well, durrrrr, I'm nice to everyone because you never know if that person is going through hell. I want to at least make someone know someone will always be nice to them, because unlike this fucked society, I actually care and think everyone is worth more than they think.




Do people not realize what they do to each other? He constantly told me I was fat, ugly, and ect. Then he’d say he was just kidding. Well…I guess the picture says it all.

Do people not realize what they do to each other? He constantly told me I was fat, ugly, and ect. Then he’d say he was just kidding. Well…I guess the picture says it all.


This is my inspiration.
I keep telling myself it’s going to happen.
Except my stomach wants to be a prick.
And beg me to eat. Ugh, I hate myself.

This is my inspiration.

I keep telling myself it’s going to happen.

Except my stomach wants to be a prick.

And beg me to eat. Ugh, I hate myself.


I’m fine. It’s okay. It was the cat. I fell out of tree. Don’t worry about me, I feel good. All these lies, and the sad thing is, it’s the moment when you realize your lies are so much easier to say than the truth.

I’m fine. It’s okay. It was the cat. I fell out of tree. Don’t worry about me, I feel good. All these lies, and the sad thing is, it’s the moment when you realize your lies are so much easier to say than the truth.