and was like “READY FOR PIZZA?!” and i was like “i already ate” and he looked at me like i was murdering someone. it’s his girlfriends birthday and we’re all supposed to eat pizza and have cake and be a big happy family. fuck that shit i hate them all.
soooooooooooooooooooooooo it’s really snowy and i was walking down my road and it’s all packed down snow and IT’S SLIPPERY AS FUCK. and these two girls were walking too but they were like 20 feet behind me and whenever i almost fell they would snicker and giggle and after this went on for like 5 minutes i turned around and was like “SHUT THE FUCK UP. IT’S FUCKING SLIPPERY.” and they were just like O.O okay story is done there you go.
it feels really good. i told a couple people today at school that i was going to and they were like “I WOULD NEVER DO THAT” and it just makes me wonder a little bit. why not? why is hair such a precious comfort? it feels good to be different. it feels good to be free. it feels good to be me.
“Most birds were created to fly. Being grounded for them is a limitation within their ability to fly, not the other way around. You, on the other hand, were created to be loved. So for you to live as if you were unloved is a limitation, not the other way around. Living unloved is like clipping a bird’s wings and removing its ability to fly. Pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly. And left unresolved for very long, you can almost forget that you were ever created to fly in the first place.”—The Shack by William P. (via princessofpeace)