you can preach about slut-shaming all you want, but you can’t deny there’s something very wrong with 13 and 14-year old girls going out in skirts and dresses so short they barely cover their asses and shirts with necklines so low they show off cleave they haven’t got yet, drinking and even smoking and hooking up with guys before they even have a substantial knowledge of how sex and sexual relationships work.
For fucks sake, yes.
angelina jolie’s daughter
and gwen stefani’s son
both so cute
Parenting done right
ugh. this is so wrong. how can you support someone letting their kid wear socks on grass. do you know how hard it is to wash those stains out?
Socks on grass? How about the fact that girl is wearing a Ramones shirt w/o being under the influence of extremely harsh narcotics!?
imagine if butterflies breathed fire
but only a little bit of fire
“hi pet butterfly would you light this candle for me?”
“thanks little buddy”
“yo butterfly light my joint”
“thanks lil nigga”Two types of wonderful people.
I never asked to be born thirteen years after my closest sibling.
I never asked to indoctrinated since birth to believe I’ll burn if I’m “sinful”.
I never asked to watch my brother rot away on a hospital bed from chemo and cancer.
I never asked to watch my family fall apart, while my brother’s life just failed.
I never asked to go with mom, until her new husband threw me into a wall while he was tweaking.
I never asked to watch her be held down, beaten, and beer poured over her bare body.
I never asked to be given back to dad, just to watch him drink his life away.
I never asked to be the one he let his hurt and anger out on after losing his entire life’s work.
I never asked to walk down the street with his crack head girl friend, watching out for cops so she could hit the rock.
I never asked to be pinned to a couch, choked to near unconsciousness, thrown into a locked room with the power pulled.
I never asked to have to beg and plead “Daddy please don’t get rid of me, please quit hating me, please quit drinking…. I promise I’ll be better”
I never asked to have a drunk father, a meth freak mother, a dead brother.
I never asked to be tormented at school.
I never asked for my wal-mart clothes to deem me uncool.
I never to go without heat, electricity, or even running water.
I never asked to have to boil bath water.
I never asked to be a social outcast.
I never asked to discover I was different from everyone else.
I never asked to called a faggot…. and for it to be true.
I never asked to be alone, razor on skin.
I never asked to be suicidal, with no will to live.
I never asked to be addicted, for just seeking relief.
I never asked to wrong, by just being me.
I never asked to be an abomination, forsaken even by God.
I never asked to live in fear of being stabbed, killed, or beaten with rods.
I never asked to raped, my freedom taken from me.
I never asked to remember just how bad he hurt me.
I never asked to be stuck in this shitty house.
I never asked for a family who can’t help me get out.
I never asked to lose friends, over things I can’t change.
I never asked my sister to move away.
I never asked to be part of a lost generation.
I never asked to be born into a hypocritical nation.
I never asked to be here, writing this now.
I never asked to be a lost voice in the crowd.
I never asked for any of these things.
All I’m asking is, they do not ruin me.