Damn it. I just want to be happy.

Stating the Facts

This week is my last week of high school ever. Unless I don’t pass gym class (ikr.) and I just wanted to say something that my mom or any adult women who act like they’re my mother could comment on. but if someone comments, that’s fine. Just don’t be a bitch about it because for once I’m going to say what I damn well please. 

I’ve been quiet all through high school, suffering as quietly as possible, and trying to pass all my classes with great difficulty because i suck at everything. And this week is my last. After friday at 1:45 pm. I’m done. I’m out. It’s over. And then what do I become? Probably a suffering college student who doesn’t know what the fuck she wants out of life. And every time I try to talk to someone about it, and they shoot down my idea of being an artist, I value their opinion too much to fight for what I want. And this week I realized, I’m not cut out for life. I’ve put so much of my time into wanting other people to evaluate me and tell me who I am, rather than be myself and become who I am supposed to be. And I’m sick of it. I don’t belong in a box. So this summer, after all the parties are over, and the celebrating is done, I’m leaving. I’m getting out of here. I don’t know how long or how far, but I need to go somewhere where I can finally figure out who I am rather than who everyone says I’m supposed to be. Because if I’m being honest, I can’t do it anymore. I’m going to break down if I have to listen to one more person doubt me. And this box of a room I’m living in now is even making me feel like I’m drowning. It’s either I leave, or I spend the rest of my life miserable. And I don’t deserve to be miserable. I’ve been through way too much bullshit for that.

2014 is not a good year to be a teenage girl. The last of the 90’s kids are growing up and we are starting to see the effects of being raised with the Internet. For generations before us, hormonal teenage boys looking for sexy images of women had limited options; they could brave the embarrassment of going to the counter and buying Playboy, they could look through their sister’s Cosmo or they could use their imagination. Porn today has rid itself of the embarrassment-factor by embracing the anonymity of the World Wide Web; Playboy isn’t really considered to be porn anymore, the real stuff lives in your phone, on your laptop, your tablet; it is available anywhere, anytime at the touch of a button. In fact this very website receives a steady stream of hits that result from someone googling some combination of ‘housekeeping porn’ + ‘sex’, ‘lesbian’ and/or ‘rape’. As you read this, somewhere there is an eleven-year-old boy curiously typing ‘porn’ into Google, probably hoping to see some big boobies. Fast forward a couple of years and he is masturbating to a video of a crying woman who is being tied down, simultaneously penetrated by three men, spanked, and being called a whore. Young boys are being de-sensitized to violence and the more they consume, the more abusive, the more graphic the porn has to be to excite them.

Clara Bennathan, Violence, Teenagers, and Gonzo Porn (via nextyearsgirl)

Then article is written by a 17 year old who is really on the ball. It’s short and definitely worth reading the whole thing!

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Fuck

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People need to GROW UP!

Stop. Acting. Like. You. Know. Me.

It’s no wonder people hate the topic of religion. people who know theology don’t usually try to just simply teach it to people, they try to shove their knowledge of it down other people’s throats. They make them swallow it like medicine, hoping it’ll cure them of whatever it is they’re going through. Theology is knowledge about God, but loving someone the way God wants us to is Wisdom. We are meant to be an example to those who don’t know any better, not the thing that drives them away from the most wonderful thing on Earth. The hard part is finding balance

FANGIRL CHALLENGE || (16/100) Movies » Frozen
"Don’t let them in, don’t let them see. Be the good girl you always have to be. Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know. […] That perfect girl is gone. Here I stand, in the light of day, let the storm rage on! The cold never bothered me anyway.”

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i’m never going back, the past is in the past

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explore-everywhere:

lyshaeskro:

dear-abigail:

Oh, I hope.

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i know this year’s for me and you.

explore-everywhere:

lyshaeskro:

dear-abigail:

Oh, I hope.

^

i know this year’s for me and you.

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