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Ok so I have to do a bunch of community service hours because my school's stupid as hell (like a bunch. because i missed over the allotted 8 days. 84 hours!! 4 hrs per day). Anyway I was in the junior high when I had to go to the bathroom. (All our lights are motion activated now.) So there I am sitting on the toilet for a while ( because you know #2 and everything) and all of the sudden the lights go out. Well the light sensor is by the door, so like 3 feet away. So I'm trying to go the bathroom in the pitch dark when I find out if you flap your wings like a crazy ass bird they turn back on.
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Write about the people you should never underestimate.
The ones in the back of the rooms. The ones, people never notice. Because even though you don't notice them doesnt mean they don't notice you. Oh, they notice you. They notice everything about you. The way you walk, the difference in your voice when you talk about something you deeply care about. The sparkle in your eyes as you look at the beautiful girl in the corner or the handsome man leaning against the counter. They see how you shy away from violence in public but how you relish it in private. They know that you don't just use those utensils for eating. They know everything about you and they will use it however they need to get what they want. You should never underestimate the ones you never notice. For when you do..... It'll be too late.
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That was a mistake. Yelling was a mistake. Saying those words was a mistake. He knew it the moment he saw tears form in her eyes.
Oh, but the tears that fell were not ones of sadness. Oh, no. They were full of anger. An anger that had built up over years and years being silenced and shut down. And she had, had enough of it all. Those words were the ones that broke the barrier, that was holding everything inside.
She laughed as her hand came up to wipe then away. But it wasn't her normal laugh, no this one was dark, evil, menacing even. Just like that she went from someone, everyone protected to the one everyone needed to be protected from. And that was when he knew he fucked up big time, and there was no fixing it now.
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Joking about sending me to a mental hospital does not make me feel better! Nor does making light of my mental issues, or laughing about my felings. Being family does not excuse you from being nice. Just because you're family does not give you a free pass to poke at my insecurities and mental problems!!
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Me and my friend were talking in physics today. Now we're a bit weird (okay who am i kidding a lot weird) anyway. We got to talkkng about social security numbers (i don't remember why) and how our one friend lost hers. Anyway i was like really out of it. Like if i didn't know any better i would have sworn i was high but i wasn't. Anyway i started talking about how our social security numbers are our serial numbers for the government and how it allows them to keep track of us and know how old we are and when we die and born and use it for anything.
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Okay so here's another thing that happened in art. I swear art is just sass pickings. So, anyway. We were making charcoal drawings. I was standing by my desk, when a freshman came over and pointed to the floor. I looked down, he says, " Looks like you smooshed a piece of charcoal." With out missing a beat, from the sass landfill that is my mouth comes, " Oh that. No my soul just leaked a little." He gasped and the look on his face was just full of what the hell. I felt so bad, but before i could say something else he left. All i could think was that poor fresman i just scared him for life. Ahh, oh well time to art some more.
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Okay so the other day in art class, we got to talking about the worst way to die or torture someone. Because you know my groups weird and awesome. Anyway someone said that filleting would be the worst way to die. So me being the hilarious person I am with a dark sense of humour. I said, " So instead of filet mignon, it's filet hu-man ( oo man). So thats why i shouldn't speak in public.
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What if you were born with two times on your wrist. One, the time of your birth and the other, the time of your death. They are both in different colours. Your birth time is blue and your time of death is red. But if you're murdered it's black.
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I may not like my father or get along with him well. But it makes me happy and proud to have been the one who changed his views on homophobia. He was very against it and was very outspoken about how he felt about it, so i never told him i wasn't straight. My mother did (without telling me) and thankfully he took it fine. It allowed my niece to fell comfortable enough to tell us that she is a lesbian. It is possible for people to change their views, sometimes they are just misinformed or that's how they were raised.
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When you fall for someone you know you can never have. But your mind is a jerk and goes and makes a whole life and story for the two of you. Like going to college, getting a small, crappy apartment, getting married, and having kids together. When in reality, you barely talk and you know that they could never like you.
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I go to a career technical center for mechanical engineering and I can't even count how many times I've been told that because I'm a femal and I can speak two languages I will basically be able to set my own pay amd stuff. So, no you dont need a degree to be able to make a bunch of money, but that degree won't hinder it either.
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It’s almost as if schools push and ideology that benefits schools. 
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Mom: How are you feeling? (First time I've ever had alcohol)
Me: I'm perfectly fine.(swaying a little)
Mom: Sweetheart, you're a lightweight. You're drunk.
Me: (Hands on hips) I am not on the drunk. (Hiccups)
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You have the same disease as me,
But don't criticize me because our battles are not the same,
Don't compare our wars,
Yours doesn't affect your day to day life,
If you forget your medicine for a day you can go on without strife,
If I don't take my medicine the same time every day,
The darkness takes hold and everything grows cold.
I'm enveloped in the sadness,
Controlled by the madness,
I'm losing my grip on reality,
While you're asking what's wrong with me.
What's wrong with me?
My brains messed up and the drugs don't always work.
The chemicals in my head are unbalanced,
And my heart weighs heavy with sadness.
Grief over takes me as you look at me with disappointment.
But what you don't understand is that it's not in my hands.
If I had a choice I'd never relapse again. I'd be the best friend, the perfect sister and loving daughter.
But that's not me.
Its not something that I can be.
But I can try my best to be something close enough so that you can't really see the darkness that swims inside me.
- Mackenzie T.
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Ok. So today I opened a drawer under my bed to get a out a pair of scissors. And my sister's cat came over b/c all of my fucking animals are curious as hell, stuck her head and paw in tbe damn drawer. Well all of a sudden a see a flurry of white. I look over the stupid cat accidentally got her paw stuck to the bottom of the tape on the tape dispenser and couldn't get it off. Just cats.
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There will be many people,who over the next couple of days will be experiencing a hard and difficult time alone. Thoughts and best wishes are with you. Take care.
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Ok, so we all know about cold spots and ghosts and everything. But what about warm spots? Like what are those? Are they spots where demons are, watching us? Science of Tumblr any thoughts? Anyone?
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if you’re reading this, it’s too late
I already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. there’s nothing you can do to stop them
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