— All the gays (via thebeachthing)
It’s nights like tonight when I can’t sleep that I picture it happening. I’m forcing my eyes to close but every time I close them, I hear “this girl is on fire” playing as I cough from the smoke of the airbag, it fills my lungs, what just happened? I fumble for my seatbelt to get out, theres sirens, how did I get outside of my car? I’m sitting on the ground and a woman is holding my hand, she told me she’s my witness. I keep repeating the same phrase in my head “I had a green light” only it wasn’t in my head, it was out loud, I’m in shock. There she is, she came. but why is she pretending she doesn’t know me? why is she insisting I call her Officer.. we’ve been together for 2 years. All I can taste is blood. blood, and the salt from my tears - how did this happen to me? I guess I’m not writing my exams tomorrow. It’s okay, I’m fine, they are only keeping me for observation, I’m fine.
fast forward a year, I still have the same questions, why did this happen to me, I still have the taste of blood and salt from my tears and I am still asking myself, why did she pretend to not know me. I’ve had surgery now, she left again a week after that, only this time for good. this time, the 10 people she had the affairs with get to keep her. she wasn’t worth it. after all, I was driving to go and see her after she kicked me out of our condo the night before, I shouldn’t have left that light on. why didn’t I turn off that light before I went to bed? that light switch changed my life.
the physical and emotional scars haven’t healed. it’s been 519 days since the paper posted these photos online for the entire world to see, to see me at my weakest. it’s been 185 days since I was put under to repair my shoulder, the shoulder that will never heal, the shoulder that cost me my career.
and it’s nights like tonight when I can’t sleep that I picture it not happening, where would I have been? not here, not crying in my bed room in darkness, rubbing those 5 scars on my shoulder and wondering “how did this happen to me”
These last four days, I’ve had to relive this moment over and over, filing out paperwork for my lawyer. Reading the police reports from witnesses are absolutely gut wrenching. And now, I might be faced with a second surgery, solidifying my fate; I’ll never be a paramedic again.
This little boy looks like he’s ready for a wife and kids
Because everyone needs the pumpkin dance gif set on their dash.
unless this is just way too spooky for you… o.o
my favorite college experience is when i had a 7am class and the kid next to me literally poured a monster energy drink into his coffee said “i’m going to die” and drank the whole thing
- I am in a relationship with you
- You are my mom
- I need something
- Me and you are close as fuck
Posting this because my mom & I are constantly fighting because she says I’m “too beautiful” to be dressing this “boyish.” She looks at me in disgust when I dress “dykish” and I know she doesn’t mean to or have any idea what it does to me, but it hurts like a bitch. Anyways, I know I’m not the only one struggling daily with this. You’re not alone. You want to throw on a dress tomorrow? Fucking do it. Or the next day a pair of joggers and janoskis? Go fucking for it. Fuck it. The way you dress does not define who or what you like. & yes, me personally; fucking gay. But I dress however I please and you can too. So fuck the bullshit and dress however the mother fuck you want home girl.
this is so important
You. Are. Great.