This isn’t a question.
This isn’t a question.
Tomorrow I’m going to go into all the tattoo places in central Southampton on the way home from college to talk to artists about what I need to do to get an apprenticeship.
- “We’re your family, we’re allowed to make fun of you”
- “Come on, it’s just a joke”
- “toughen up and stop being a baby”
- “We’re just teasing”
BULLYING IS BULLYING NO MATTER WHO IT COMES FROM.
IT JUST HURTS A FUCKLOAD A LOT MORE WHEN ITS COMING FROM PEOPLE YOU TRUST
FUCK OFF.
this post will often go weeks without a note
and then there’ll be a holiday
and it resurfaces
and that makes me sad
(via holden-caulfield-just)
after being on it for 2 fucking years you’d think it wouldn’t make me want to throw up anymore but NOPE
no but women are so badass okay
because there will inevitably come a point in every woman’s life where she wakes up in a pool of her own blood and her reaction will be dammit now i have to do laundry
that is some suave superhero shit and you won’t ever be able to convince me otherwise
(via scrotumception)