My name is Gamen. I'm on the Track&Field team at my school. I live and breathe in the Bay Area city of Oakland, CA. Surprise me on December 8th with gifts and such. I like to bake & cook. :3 I have more pages. Just click the little person and heart-shaped icons next to the envelope icon huehuehue. I't's fun. Taken by a lovely ginger boy. <3
Petition to change “he looked at her like she was the sun” to “he looked at her like she was the moon” and any other variation bc I look at the moon in wonder and love and amazement while I’ve only ever just squinted angrily at the sun
I will fight your nasty, controlling boyfriends. I will fucking fight them. Not even to gain your love, I’ll just fucking fight them for being assholes. I swear to god. Send your disgusting trash boyfriends my way. I’ll show them what’s up.
IMPORTANT READ: After 18 fucking years of increasing inner torment and despair, only now have I discovered…
That I have one of the absolute MOST DIFFICULT TO HANDLE personality disorders.
It turns out I’m not as much of a castaway from my family as it seems. Thanks, Mom Dad and Brother, for perpetuating such an insidious thing into my fucking life.
I’m not here to just toot my own horn but tbh the disorder explains alot and alot of the relatable posts I have seen on tumblr alllll thoughout the time I’ve used it, indicate that quite a few of us have this as well.
***Please PLEASE pleasepleasePLEASE KNOW: It is not your fault. You did nothing to bring this upon yourself. It was your parents/caregivers. It. Was. Your. Parents’. Fault. LITERALLY all their fault. Do NOT beat yourself up over this deathly depressive feeling within your heart. It was not put there by you. It was not put there by genetics. It was put there by your parents.