it’s getting to the point where i don’t even notice when i get hurt anymore. i was just peacefully walking back from class, listening to the outfield(yes, the outfield.), when i noticed my foot felt wet. when i looked down, my foot was covered in blood. i don’t know when i did it or what i did, but at some point i cut my foot open. what the hell.
No one is going to like you just because you have tattoos. No one is going to like you just because you have piercings. No one is going to like you just because you stretch your ears. No one is going to like you just because your hair is "different". No one is going to like you just because of the clothing you are wearing. Do what you love, wear what you want, do body mods you like, for yourself. Fuck everyone else's definition of "beautiful". Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder.
“It’s not about what you do. It’s about who you are. It’s not about who you are right now. It’s about who you could be. It’s not about what could go wrong. It’s about what will go right. It’s not about listening. It’s about getting up and dancing.”—
“I can’t stand “real” men. Masculinity is trash. Go cry in a corner, write in a diary, hug your mom. Please. I’ve felt the painful consequences of this posturing for too long; seen fragile men who never should have been told to be anything else in the first place crack under the weight of our flawed expectations. Let our boys paint. Let them wear skinny jeans and read Ellison. However soft spoken or uncoordinated, leave them be. If you don’t, you and me will have a serious problem.”—