Alyssa. Seventeen. Small town in Arkansas. Wish I could have some badass description about who I am, but I'm still trying to figure that out.
how did racism even become a thing? seriously. i’m more concerned about the color of your shirt than the color of your skin.
I’ve reached a new level of self confidence and self love, and the people around me notice it too. That feels so good. To remember who I was a year ago today and see who I am now is so promising and uplifting. I’m proud of myself, and I’m proud of myself for doing it on my own. I’ve become so positive and happy and present and independent and free. I am not who I used to be. I fall asleep smiling, thanking myself.
feeling this. love you <3
There’s nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.
You do not have to like what is going on in your life, but you must accept that it, whatever it is, is going on. As long as you do not accept reality, you are powerless to define the role you will play.
Try to get my weed now.
i need one :O
just wanna get rich enough to buy my mom all the shit she deserves
tbh the only reason i know how to read a clock is so i can figure out when we get out of class
Growing is knowing when you’ve fucked up and realising you’re human and everyone fucks up from time to time. So it’s ok, say sorry, try fix it and try not to fuck up again.
Sometimes we wait for someone to say “I love you” to us and when we hear those three words a windstorm of happiness whirls inside our mind. Those words feed the blood inside our veins with excitement and we grab onto those words with all the strength living inside of us. It’s like prior to hearing those words we were a sick person and we were waiting for those words like they’re an IV fluid that would make us feel alive. It’s all so freaking absurd because we wait and wait for those words and they make us happy but then one day the words “I love you” run away from us and then it’s like the IV fluid that was making us feel better got carelessly yanked from our veins and we get swallowed back into that sickness and when you hear the words again they just sound unpleasant like cracked piano keys or the screams of a person burning in fire. It’s like the words “I love you” mean everything to us but when we see the destruction they cause they mean absolutely nothing.