My life.
I like makeup, complaining, and..
Ask me anything, seriously anything
Submissions. (Creative, right?)
I like makeup, complaining, and..
Ask me anything, seriously anything
Submissions. (Creative, right?)
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Clementine Flashes
hypno-angex asked: Hi, I'm not really sure why but I ended in your tumblr and I'm kind of short of friends so maybe we could talk or something I promise I'm not a serial killer XD
Definitely!
THE THINGS THAT SWIRL IN MY HEAD
The thoughts are creeping back, slowly but surely, making themselves known.
I just want the hurt to stop. Taylor has made so many things better for me , but she has her own, more important issues of her own. Why can I help everyone else but not myself?
If it wasn’t for Taylor, I think I would have tried to hurt myself by now. I wouldn’t want to hurt her like that, or let her find me dead. That would ruin her, and that’s the last thing I want.
Her happiness is my happiness. Her joy, mine.
I just feel like such a failure. I couldn’t even finish college because I’m lazy and stupid. I make excuses like “oh my mom steals from me” “oh I hate it here” “oh it’s just not the right time”, but honestly I just don’t, can’t do anything with myself. I just can’t do anything, or won’t.
I tell everyone I want to go to beauty school, but I don’t think I can do it. Honestly, I’m not cut out for anything. I’m useless. And fat. All I’m good for is eating.
I don’t even have any real friends, besides Kathy and Louriann. But they have their own lives, I hardly see them, and I’m just gonna push them away or freak them out, and they’ll leave like every one. Like Mayra, Celeste, Miranda, Shannon, Cassie, And the fucking cow Kaylee. I wouldn’t be friends with myself. I’m a fucking petty, self absorbed asshole. And I deserve every single thing that’s ever happened to me.
I’m a waste of space, and I might as well disappear.
Hey guys I have a facebook too. We should be friends (forever?)
My username is Karyssa Grajiola. Add me!
Ice cream with my lil’ homie Gabby. She’s five, and enjoys playing princess dress up.
However she is not afraid to cut a bitch.
my edit, felice fawn
the white parts will match the color of your blog
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Me with my fire engine red hair, trying to be attractive.
I think I mostly succeeded. What do you guys think?
I am seriously outraged right now. I went into school today and was sent to the principal’s office not even 5 minutes inside the building. I was asked if I had any other clothes with me to which I responded I did not and was told I would NOT be sent to my classes if I didn’t call someone to come bring me clothes.
I refused.
I told her that my mother is the only one who lives with me and that she was at work and could not come bring me clothes.
To which she responded
“Well I’m not sending you to your classes like that, you can come into my office and do some work but unless we get a parental figure to come bring you clothes you will not be going to class, it’s too much of a distraction and offensive to your fellow students.”
excuse me but what is so offensive about my shorts. I have worn this outfit numerous times during the school year, and only now that it has started to get nice outside have they been stricter on what the girls in this high school wear.
DO YOU KNOW HOW HOW IT FUCKING IS OUTSIDE.
The office called my mom and told her that “my way of dressing could be offensive or distracting to the students and most importantly, the teachers.”
I’m a junior in high school, but just because i’m a junior does NOT MEAN I WILL STAND FOR YOUR BULLSHIT SLUT-SHAMING AND SEXIST DRESS CODE.
Instead of telling the girls to feel victimized and shamed for what they wear, like tell your shitty staff to stop being such perverts and to look away and seriously, if they have such issues with my clothing that they can’t help themselves then why are you allowed to be a teacher in the first place.
My body is not something to be ashamed of, and I will not “change” to fit into your shit society of misogynistic ideals.
I will. wear. what. I choose.
here’s what I think about your shit dress code:
I wish this type of activism existed when I was still in high school so I could tell the administration to fuck off. It’s so true that school dress codes shame women.
