Anonymous asked: I just wanted you to know I'm in exactly the same boat with the social anxiety. I've lost many friends over it. And well you're one of the most inspiration ladies on tumblr so it makes me feel a hell of alot better. Keep fighting <3
This made me feel a hell of a lot better, thank you so much! You keep fighting too
ikilledmydadonce asked: OI! ANON YOU FUCKING PEON, IF YOU EVER CALL MY FRIEND A GODDAMN DYKE OR TRASH AGAIN, I WILL FIND EVERY GODDAMN PERSON THAT CAN WISH ILL UPON YOU AND GODDAMN DO IT, I WILL FIND EVERY HUMAN BEING THAT CAN PUT CURSES ON PEOPLE AND I WILL MAKE THEM PUT A CURSE ON YOU. YOU ARE A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT. PUTTING THIS AMAZING GIRL DOWN JUST TO MAKE YOURSELF FEEL BETTER MAKES YOU SCUM. I'm sorry darling, I had to rant at that shithead. <3
this here, defined or undefined fine ass human beings, is a truly kick ass person (and my secret ladylove)
Anonymous asked: "Like a sir" Lol no. you're a stupid fucking dyke ass fashion punk. LOL. you're trash.
I cant let go.
i like it like this; the way they make it on the sims.
Grill me a cheese!
so my older brother has a friend and he once compared eating pussy in the morning to opening up a grilled cheese sandwich.
he kind of ruined my life.
laurasewstupid asked: Do you consider yourself a feminist?
Uhm, to be honest I’ve never really thought of it much. I mean I “believe in” (want) gender equality, I just don’t like the term “feminist” because most people in my life that I have met and talked to have been… Well, bad feminist role models. But I don’t consider myself to be anything, not in the actively trying to change the world for the better kind of way. I do care, about a lot of stuff. And when I see injustice in some form I do what I can (or rather what my Asperger and other psychological problems let me do) to like… Try to make a small change.
But I don’t call myself a feminist. I’m just not passionate enough about anything to identify with any kind of label.
Anonymous asked: Favorite Adicts song?
Damn I dont know if I can answer that… I have so many! But I guess “Johnny was a soldier” is one of my absolute favorites, because it brings back a lot of happy memories with my bf.
I tried. I was actually excited. But at a party with like 30 people where the only person I knew was my bf, my social anxiety reached extreme levels. The only thing stopping me from running away was the complete lockdown of my body that accompanies my social anxiety. I literally can’t move more than the position of my legs, and turn my head to look from one spot at the floor to another. I can’t move in front of people in those situations. I just can’t. Only when my bf is with me, and well… He is the most social person ever and has a tendency to wander off, and leave me in my panicky, internally dying of anxiety, state.
I feel like such a failure. I always end up being “that” person. The person that no one says hi to when they enter the party, because they instantly know that I am no one. A freak. A loser. A loner. It’s like they can smell it on me. Not even worthy of being whispered about. They know I don’t belong. Not there, not anywhere.
I was bored so I painted over the old text on my jacket and taped this, then made outlines for when the tape falls off. Turned out pretty good.
Anonymous asked: Hon som tog din bild hade skrivit på en att ni är bästa kompisar och att du är hennes flickvän, har ni varit ihop? Det var hon mjope eller vad hon nu hette
Ja vi är bästa kompisar men nej vi har aldrig varit ihop. Bara en sån där löjlig tjej-grej liksom. Hon “äger” halva min kropp, tafsar gärna på mina bröst så mycket hon orkar och vi pussas varje gång vi ses, men det har aldrig varit nåt mer än bara go vänskap mellan oss.