Tears of Joy and Tears of Grief

this. go follow this blog now. its my baby sister and she has a better blog than anyone I know. she’s a beautiful soul and only has like 30 followers like a nerd ;) so go do it! you wont regret it! happppppy halloweeeeen!

i havent been on for days because the site just doesnt hold my attention like it used to…and as soon as i log on, my dash is cluttered with girls crying about wanting to be skinny and anons who should really just stfu because NOONE FUCKING CARES. if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. And that goes for all the cry babies who can’t be happy with themselves either. Nobody wants to listen to you complain…I honestly think that some fucking people would rather just be miserable then attempt to fix a situation and make their own happiness. Because nobody gives a fuck or wants to see internet posts about being sad and fat. Love yourself. Don’t fucking listen to what other people have to say. Live your life for yourself because you are the only one who matters. I’ve got some rolls, my hair is always a mess, my face breaks out, I can’t afford the most expensive clothes, and I’m broke as a joke. But I’m fucking happy. And self-confident. And truly do not care what any other person has to say about me because I don’t have time for the negativity and the bullshit that comes along with this thing we call  life. So many other obstacles will get in my way, I can’t spend time on things that don’t really matter. I’ve got people that love me and I love them back, and I don’t need much more than that to thrive. So please, do something for yourself, get fucking happy.

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“indie”/”hipster” kids are like parasites: the take the good partsmof different styles and subcultures and ruin them for everybody else.

 AMEN. FUCK THE HIPSTERS.