I have this friend who’s a few years younger than me and of the opposite sex. Unfortunately, ever since I’ve been friends with this boy all I’ve heard from my friends and family is judgements and cruel comments on his age, appearance and basically anything else that would make most people of his age (17) feel insecure about themselves. On the outside, they (and even my own boyfriend), see a young boy that I’m only hanging around with to either 1. Fuck or 2. Consume drugs with.
And honestly the more I think about it the more it fucking angers me to know that I can’t be there for a good friend without sacrificing how others think of me.
On the inside, I see a younger me in him. Legs covered in scars, not one relatable friend and addicted to escaping reality. This boy has admitted he wouldn’t be alive today if I had’ve dismissed him as every one else formerly has done. Point of the story is a person is a fucking person and I’m sorry for ranting but it absolutely infuriates me that the people I surround myself with daily find this simple fact so hard to learn. I’m done with feeling guilty for who I hang around with. I love every single person I make the choice to be friends with for individual reasons. It isn’t hard to be kind.

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I don’t like morning people or mornings or people

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so when are we gonna stop pretending beer tastes good

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Anonymous: I would make you feel like the only girl in the world And not because Beyoncé said so

If ya like it then ya shoulda put a ring awn it ;)

But ye aw thank you x

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Anonymous: can you elaborate on that text post?

I’m jus bein’ an over emotional princess, there’s really no need.

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