ATTENTION ALL FOLLOWERS!

Hello my lovely followers who I do not know in real life. I have some bad news for you all. So some thankless little asshat decided it would be okay to preach about what she read on my Tumblr in History class today. Relationships are built on trust and trust on honesty. So basically she thinks that everything I said on here was a lie and shit and goes and bitches about to people I know in real life at school. Not okay. So I decided I am deleting this blog, creating a new one, with a new url. So I shall message each and every one of you with my new url so I don’t lose any of you lovelies on my new blog. And to the considerate and kind people that know me in real life and follow me… Sorry but I am not willing to take any more risks. None of you will be receiving my url. SammyWu, Jasmine, Michelle, Stephanie, Sarah. None of you. I know you won’t do anything but still. Just no more. After what happened today I don’t think I am willing to trust anyone really. And just so you know, Tumblr is like the only place where I can be truly open about my life and everything in general. And if I don’t feel safe on here, I can’t feel safe anywhere else. So because of some thankless, inconsiderate, doubtful, thick-headed jerk, I am making myself a new blog with a new url. You all shall be receiving messages in your asks shortly.

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#announcement

#important

#please do read

#possibly my last post on this blog

People don’t realize this, but loneliness is totally underrated.

Tom; ‘500 Days of Summer’ (via awestruck)

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i hear you tom <3

i hear you tom <3

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lmao i love her <333

starting to agree with summer now

calpsoy:

Coincidence.
That’s all anything ever is.
Nothing more than coincidence.

calpsoy:

Coincidence.

That’s all anything ever is.

Nothing more than coincidence.

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Ok. I, like being on my own. I think relationships are messy and people’s feelings get hurt. Who needs it? We’re young, we live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world; might as well have fun while we can and, save the serious stuff for later.

Summer (500 Days of Summer)

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shower sex&#8230; mmm FRIENDS MY ASS lmao &lt;333 i love tom god this story is like my life sorta in way not really lmao 

shower sex… mmm FRIENDS MY ASS lmao <333 i love tom god this story is like my life sorta in way not really lmao 

(via thechocolatebrigade-deactivated)

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Ignorant. Conservative. Homophobic. Jerks.

you have no idea how pathetic and ridiculously ignorant and rude you are. you tell me that being gay is a sin? do you know what else is a sin? according to your so beloved bible? let me enlighten you. looking at a woman or man with sexual desire, also known as lust, is a sin. revenge is a sin. being proud of yourself for accomplishing something is also a sin. being covetous of others possessions is a sin. being lazy is a sin. cheating on tests is a sin. copying homework is a sin. eating in excess is a sin. shopping sprees are sins. having sex before marriage is a sin. divorce is a sin. “abusing your sacred body” is a sin (tattoos, piercings, etc.) greed, lust, pride, gluttony, envy, wrath, sloth. the seven deadly sins. how many of those have you committed? so don’t give me that bullshit about being gay being a sin. its all fucking bullcrap. you all disgust me. 

and another thing. being bisexual does not make you fucking greedy okay. just because i am attracted to both men and women does not make me “nothing but a greedy little fag” no. i’m not even going to get into this discussion right now. my head hurts. i hurt. and let me tell you, you are all damn immature. throwing books in a trashcan. yeah, real original. try being more creative next time. and just so you know i am not letting this go. i will come back. yeah i am going to fucking sin again and get my fucking revenge. 

so watch your homophobic asses. i’m coming for you.

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#rant

#personal

#in real life

#homophobia

#sins

#ridiculousness

genderbitch:

peecharrific:

TRIGGER WARNING. Sexual Assault.  Rape.  Frank Discussion.
you don’t tell me what to show.  you don’t tell me what to let out.  you don’t tell me what to cover up or what to air for the whole world to see.  you don’t own my body.  you do not control my actions or will.  you do not get to decide what is right or proper for me to do with my body.  these two fleshy orbs on my chest, amazing though they may be, have absolutely nothing to do with a culture that sees women as so much trash - ripe for the violence and easily thrown away.  i’m sick of people acting as though a woman’s breasts hold, within them, all the evils of mankind.  rape is not about my breasts or your offended sensibilities.
rape is the fault of one person: the rapist. 
i don’t give a good rat’s ass if a woman is walking down a public street with nothing on but a sparkling thong - twinkling in the night like the skin of a twilight vampire in the sun - in a town called Rapeville, USA, she does not deserve to be raped. 
I don’t care if she’s stumbling and bumbling down a dark alley, drunk as a skunk on a Wednesday night in Pervertsland, Pennsylvania where the two most popular hobbies of the town folk are anal sex and shooting beer cans off fences, she does not deserve to be raped. 
I don’t care what she’s doing, what she’s wearing, what she said, how much she had to drink, exactly how short her skirt is, how much boob is hanging out, if she did or didn’t have panties on, if she knew the guy or if he was a perfect stranger, if she had her makeup on or was barefaced like the morning sun. 
One fact stands alone: rape and sexual assault are never the victim’s fault.

Always reblog. Always.

genderbitch:

peecharrific:

TRIGGER WARNING. Sexual Assault.  Rape.  Frank Discussion.

you don’t tell me what to show.  you don’t tell me what to let out.  you don’t tell me what to cover up or what to air for the whole world to see.  you don’t own my body.  you do not control my actions or will.  you do not get to decide what is right or proper for me to do with my body.  these two fleshy orbs on my chest, amazing though they may be, have absolutely nothing to do with a culture that sees women as so much trash - ripe for the violence and easily thrown away.  i’m sick of people acting as though a woman’s breasts hold, within them, all the evils of mankind.  rape is not about my breasts or your offended sensibilities.

rape is the fault of one person: the rapist. 

i don’t give a good rat’s ass if a woman is walking down a public street with nothing on but a sparkling thong - twinkling in the night like the skin of a twilight vampire in the sun - in a town called Rapeville, USA, she does not deserve to be raped. 

I don’t care if she’s stumbling and bumbling down a dark alley, drunk as a skunk on a Wednesday night in Pervertsland, Pennsylvania where the two most popular hobbies of the town folk are anal sex and shooting beer cans off fences, she does not deserve to be raped. 

I don’t care what she’s doing, what she’s wearing, what she said, how much she had to drink, exactly how short her skirt is, how much boob is hanging out, if she did or didn’t have panties on, if she knew the guy or if he was a perfect stranger, if she had her makeup on or was barefaced like the morning sun. 

One fact stands alone: rape and sexual assault are never the victim’s fault.

Always reblog. Always.

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damon we all love you regardless &lt;3

damon we all love you regardless <3

(via waitingondelena)

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