i truly genuinely feel sorry for all the people who try to talk to me and get disappointed and upset because i probably sound like i don’t want to talk to them when i actually just don’t know what to say I’M SORRY

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shyre:

you and me

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A part of something I wrote in Sept. and turned in as an assignment…

(I just hope that this might ignite a hope again): 

“Nothing. You carry nothing,” it whispered softly into my ears.

“No weight, no sorrow, no searing pain.”

These words became smoke prickling my skin;

I watched it caress my burnt ears ever so lightly until

its bitter taste singed down my throat

And scorched my lungs.

These words echoed in the abyss of my mind

where the smoke still lingered.

“It is nothing, my dear,”  it said as

the tears cascaded d own the cracks in my face.

 I felt naked, bare.

The smoke lingered on my body

and my skin breathed the odium.

No. I shouldn’t be charred like this.

I screamed until my lungs gave away.

I hesitated and felt the smoke course through

my veins,

leaving them cold.

I shivered. I suffocated.

“Frustrated, sick and diseased, you are.

You do not carry anything.”

“Silence,” I screamed through in my hoarse voice.

Sick and diseased I am, you say?

Sick and diseased because I carry nothing, you say?

I carry things not like your smoke

but I carry my escape to this sad terror. 

………..

I never knew I carried smoke like a heavy cloud

That interlaced with my body

Until I was released

And felt the feathers of air

Carry me away. 

Help save a 16 year-old trans girl of color from being put in a mens adult prison with NO crimes charged on her by emailing Commissioner Katz.

butchimightbe:

She has never been convicted of a crime but they want to move her to near isolation in an adult mens prison. This CANNOT happen. Here is a more in depth article: http://feministing.com/2014/04/14/how-the-connecticut-department-of-children-families-is-failing-a-trans-girl-of-color/

I put together an email for Commissioner Katz, so all you have to do is copy and paste it. Click here for the example email

Please reblog to raise awareness!

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How I wish I could stop comparing. 

How I wish I could just simply avoid some people.

How I wish I could just be alone. 

Please. 

everyonepronouncesmynamewrong:

officialcarcinogeneticist:

izzayronii:

babytaeminlove:

hewasthedrummer:

lindseyway:

Story goes that this entity is the most evil known out there and it seems to seek people of all ages that do not reblog this. The name non-tumblr users have already been killed and you’re next.

That is, if you reblog this, he’ll let you live. Now, do it. My friend Katy didn’t know how to reblog and within the hour, she died. I warned her but she didn’t

ok tumblr srsly i fucking hate you but that fucking picture ok i’ll reblog this

fuckfuckfuckfuck

this is just so i can sleep alright tonight…

this looks like it’s from something but i can’t remember

image

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teenshealthandfitness:

Nobody is perfect!

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Don’t waste your time with explanations: people only hear what they want to hear.

 Paulo Coelho (via purplebuddhaproject)

Today, my advisor came into my last class and was walking around. He spent a while talking to the teacher and then walked around the classroom. He stopped right in front of my desk and asked:

"What’s the deep question for today?" 

I smiled and said, “I don’t know.” I wanted to ask, “What is the purpose of a question?” and “Is not knowing a way of knowing?” 

I just kind of laughed. Recently, I watched myself laugh instead of actually laughing. It’s a habit I need to stop because it’s a sign that I’m not being honest to myself anymore. 

[Clarification: My friend whispered to me ” What’s going on?” when my advisor left because she was confused. She didn’t understand. I told her that I spend most of my time with my advisor not quite reviewing my essay, but have discussions that I haven’t had with students because it’s difficult to communicate. For some reason, my advisor understands me completely and is interested in my thoughts. The question is: Why did I tell my friend this…and why do I open up to certain people?] 

I’m wondering…

Is it that I can’t write my essay because my thoughts for my essays are usually what I ponder on for several weeks? Now, my thoughts are everywhere and they have no direction. It scares me. 

Is that why I can’t write? 

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