me whispering to my dog in the dark: hey.. you still up?
Tumblr as a baby
a rebellious teen
awkward puberty stage
and now, as a mature adult
do you ever realize that your followers aren’t just a number
they’re real people with jobs and pets and possibly an annoying neighbor
you have real people who like you
"no pain no game." i whisper as i break my sisters leg while playing twister
White peoples’ definition of racism is hurt feelings, instead of what it actually is, and that’s systematic destruction of an ethnic group. Understand that, and then you’ll understand why racism doesn’t “go both ways”.
I dearly wish that people would view their bodies as they view flowers…
Skin patches? Birthmarks?
Scars? Stretch marks?
Freckles? Moles? Acne scars?
Missing a few pieces?
handsome as ever~
Feel like you just look weird?
you’re fantastic looking~