My Favorite ListMy Favorite List
hang out at driscoll more
skate around holding hands without seth holding onto the wall-
go to homecoming dance together-
meet maggies mom-
dress up like super heroes and walk around together-
watch mythbusters on my bed-
go to the movies together-
go to a park and hang out-
share a sweatshirt-
dance with her-
maggie straightens seths hair-
play halo together-
go to the beach together-
surprise first kiss for madeline-
disney movie night-
harry potter marathon-
take alot of pictures-
make a big collage with the pictures-
watch nightmare before christmas together-
dragon ball z, end of story-
build a fort and hide in it-
eat ice cream in the winter-
maggie feels my muscles-
Hang out more-
::skate without holding wall,have madeline fall on seth or next to him
hang out alone-
go into bathroom at driscoll and pretend were doing things XD-
have a sleep over-
walk in the rain hold
Why am i so happy today of all days?
Normally if death was offered up i would welcome it
But today, a freezing cold,snowy day,
I feel so good, elevated, patient, kinder
Why today? The same as any other day
Have you ever seen the matrix?
Maybe thats the truth. what if life is just a product of our imaginations?
That means thought itself would be an impossible thing. an endless infinite cycle of impossibility's. what if there really isnt anything? this thing were in is just here?
a single entity controls it all? all our friends,loved ones, random people, what if theyre all fake? does that mean we inflict pain upon ourselves when we get hurt?
is this all jsut existential non sense? who will ever know?
What Certain People of Tumblr Don't UnderstandThere is literally nothing wrong with being cis,
your very existence does not make you transphobic.
You are not an oppressor by default,
do not blame yourself for someone else’s transphobia,
because it’s not your fault.
Racism isn’t restricted to just whites.
Anyone can be a racist,
you need only express a prejudice.
Sexism is practically the same,
no matter the gender,
it goes both ways.
Mental illness is not some fad,
it’s not something to be tossed around so freely,
like some badge.
It’s not something you can self-diagnose you have,
therefore using it as an excuse to act like an ass.
There is a stigma created when you act out, you see.
And the world associates mental illness
with your disgusting tendencies.
It is horrific and cruel to use mental illness as an excuse,
especially when the illness you claim to have is not
Feminism is not for every boy, man, woman or girl.
It is not a cure that will heal inequality in our world.
I Loved MoreI loved him more than anything else.
More than meaningful poems and stormy nights.
More than wild, careless dancing and hot chocolate.
More than touching words and laughter that leaves you in happy tears.
More than spring mornings and starry skies.
More than friendly gatherings and lovely, bear hugs.
More than cat kisses and catchy songs,
More than the sun and the moon and my heartbeat, too.
He always came first, always him, only him.
Stupid, reckless, fragile heart..it was broken in the end.
I loved him more than anything else.
And sometimes he loved me, too..when he wanted to.
I loved more and I paid the price of that famous, one-sided love...
Now, I'm heartbroken and alone, but I am free and somehow happy.
But, I am me and I will love again even if I fail, I will love again...
LifeWhat is life?
Life is something, that we must to respect, something that we hae only one time, something that we must feel inside of us
Our life can be hard or cruel sometimes, but you must learn to live with it, do the best out of it and maybe you can change something in your heart and other once hearts.
Live your life in this way like you feel, be free, be yourself
We dont know the meaning of life.. but we still know what we want: We want to live and that matters.
Even when you go through the biggest adventure, and dont find yourself anymore, there will be people in your life who still helping you out of your misery, no matter what happened
You can be heartless, you can be sad, you even can hate everything, but remember, even when you are one of those persons, you still have something to live for and you always have love inside of your heart. Make yourself proud and dont lose hope or the way you go, you will always be part of something big and fantastic
Never lose your hope and i pro
I'm Sorry For Being a RapistI'm sorry for being a rapist,
though I never even touched you.
I'm sorry for assaulting you,
though all I did was gently brush you.
We were in a crowded subway,
what more could you expect?
Someone bumped up against me,
and my raised hand went to your chest.
I'm sorry for being abusive,
even though I'm just three.
I'm sorry for crying in front of you,
because I’m supposed to be strong.
I'm sorry for being gay,
because society doesn't like it that way.
I'm sorry for being your boss,
even though I worked extremely hard.
As opposed to you, I came from nothing,
and had to earn my family's butter and bread.
We escaped a communist country,
from a government who wanted us dead.
But you wouldn't know that,
because to you we're all the same.
I'm sorry for calling you a bitch,
after you carelessly called me a bastard.
Or calling you a slut,
when you cheated on my friend, and his life ended in self inflicted disaster.
I'm sorry for earning more than you,
but you know you can go to court.
Autism Is Not A DiseaseSome say it's a virus,
That spreads like the plague,
Until there's nothing left,
But for those with autism,
When we're normal human beings,
Yes we are different,
But isn't everyone else,
Like for those who are bright,
While other's are dumb?
Sure our brains are wired,
All over the place,
Making it harder,
For us to think.
But it doesn't matter,
When no one's the same.
And Believe me,
This world would be a bore,
If we knew our every move,
Knowing what everyone would do.
So let's hear it:
Am I a disease,
Or a living human being?
Being Cis Isn't EasyBeing Cis is Easy
So I suppose that when I was kicked out last night,
for being gay,
that my pain meant nothing,
because let’s face it, i'm cis, anyway.
I think that the marks on my wrist are just ketchup stains,
because i'm cis, so I can't bleed,
Did you know, I'm invincible to pain?
Racism isn't a thing if you're a cisgendered male,
be you black, white or whatever,
you can't experience racism, so why even tell?
Misandry nor misogyny exist of your cis,
so girls and boys, let's stop this confusion,
let's just do away with this.
Depression, huh! Do you mean a cry for attention?
Because if you're cis and experiencing this,
don't bother mentioning it.
And you can't be bullied, you cis scum!
So stop telling us that you are,
because we know you're just making it up.
A broken family, bitch please!
Everyone knows that
cisgendered brats have everything.
Call me stingy, but I ask one thing,
I beg of you to keep the
label “cis” away from me.
Because you love to put us al
Through The FlameThrough The Flame:
Can you feel it in the winds?
The chilling cries of blood-lust that sing through the air...
May your people weep at the destruction that is to come;
While you mortals cower behind your wards of flesh and steel!
How does it feel I wonder,
This question I ask
To those who have spent their entire existence
Amassing power over their fellows...
Know now that your paltry gestures;
Your pseudo-might is but dust,
Cast into the violent wind of a whirling typhoon!
Now, tremble within your hovels of concrete and steel,
For I am rage incarnate and I have come to ensure,
That your world will burn...
numb.walk the edge of disaster
like you are one yourself;
don’t pretend –
the hurricane offering
rain to the earth and when
the cruel wind rips
it away, laugh at the
burn it leaves behind
just to feel
HetaliaxDepressed!Reader:Self-Inflicted AchromaticHetalia x Scary! Depressed! Reader: Self-Inflicted Achromatic
I want to be a person just like you, don't you see?
I want to be a person who is still being "me"
A tired sigh escaped your lips. You were just so damn tired. The other countries said that you, (f/n) or (c/n), was scarier than Russia himself. But of course, you have lived 2500 years with wars and bloodshed always trailing after you. You just really want to be happy. But all those wars and blood imprinted on your mind, you really just released off a dark (a/c) aura and a stoic atmosphere.
It really would be nice but I'm paying a price
'Cause I'd really, not be me and that would not suffice
You asked yourself, "I know my face doesn't show my pain. But isn't it obvious in my eyes? I'm lonely and hurt" You rubbed your numb (s/c) wrist, yesterday's cuts still had a colorless ache to it. You picked your silver knife, twirling it around watching the others argue. The said knife is the one you also use to cut yourself.
A dream which
Why does such a commonplace thing bother so many people?
Why do we mourn those who died instead of celebrating them?
Why does death upset everyone but me?
One person of trillions is almost completely worthless in society,
So why let death bother you, does it really make you feel better?
I dont understand.