If you hadn’t heard yet, a ferry in South Korea caring around 459 people (325 of which are high school students) capsized, taking with it many of its passengers. So far around 300 are unaccounted for, and at least 7 people are proclaimed dead. (You can read more about the tragedy here) Please keep this horrible tragedy in your prayers and hope they can save more lives.
"I learned at a very young age how fragile life is. When I was 15 years old I found out I had a brain tumor. The doctors said I had a very small chance that I could outlive it. The only alternative was to get on a long waiting list for open face surgery in hopes of removing it. I guess the first blessing happened on my 16th birthday, when the surgery was scheduled. I found out shortly after waking from the surgery that they went into the palette of the roof of my mouth instead of opening up my entire face. I guess you could say that was the second blessing. But the real blessing was that I overcame it completely and I survived something that most people never live through. I was close to death and I escaped it, and now I celebrate life because of it.
I wanted to be free. After this literal escape from death, I had some challenges at home and left at a very young age to spend my teenage years literally on the streets. I started with a hitchhiking tour all through Canada. Essentially I was homeless, sleeping on rooftops and under bridges and free. I met tons of interesting people, and experienced life to the fullest. Surviving the death sentence of a brain tumor was like defying death. I felt like the walking dead. I wasn’t supposed to be here. The doctors had told me there was no hope. But here I was, alive and breathing and being so free to live my life. When you live on the streets, you really appreciate just being alive. On the streets, you don’t have first or last names. So they started to call me Zombie, a person who is living but so close to death.”
LOOK AT THIS ELEPHANT BOOPING A GIRAFFE
Part 2 of THIS BLOODY CAST <33333
(Best ‘till last- drunk Oberyn <3)
Willow Smith’s crop top style.
That girl is going to slay the game in a few years, watch. She is going to be the new supermodel.
willow smith has been killin it since she was like 8, she’s so amazing
sighs @ own self
oh no oh NO I really like captainhanni’s characters
OH, OH, OH MY GOD, AHWHWIHW im so flattered omg I don’t deserve this THANKYOU SO MUCH I am just in awe over the way you draw belials tail, swishy flicky goodness ;w; TAHNKYOU!!! so so good!!
Another boy, another dick in my mouth, another sigh in his bathroom mirror
I didn’t cum, but who cares? I think about some of them and I feel sick I do things I do not want to because I crave the attention and lack the respect
bruises on my breasts, I liked them at first, he spit in my mouth I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not
I liked getting smacked in the face until it started giving my headaches that seemed to last for days
I ask for numbers from boys I don’t even think are cute for the adrenaline rush, rejection has started to become rare and sometimes I wish it wasn’t he says he loves me and I mouth the words back but I know that I cannot be trusted, It’s cruel, what I am doing, but there I go again
“I love you, i’m here, i’m safe” I say all the things I wanted to hear from my mother, from my father, from myself
I become the perfect girl always smiling, feeling guilty when I say I cannot swallow: using rape as an excuse “He raped me anally” I say, but I do not mention how I feel that I cannot express boundaries without a dramatic excuse
I let boys between my legs as if I am nothing but parts to grab and arrange, I know all the words, perfected my moans, I know to arch my back, to compliment his cock, to lie between my teeth perfectly about how genuine I am
I pretend when they hold me after that it’s poetic. My brain scrambles to make it beautiful in some way but what if it’s not? What if it’s ugly? What if I can’t stand it anymore?
I fucked a boy and drank his beer and he never texted me back, I never heard from him again and none of them give a fuck about me. They want me to walk to them but have never massaged my feet they want to pull my hair but have never washed it. They want to touch my skin and they carefully ignore the scars carved into it, they say “it makes me sad” “I can’t look at them”
I want to tell them that they are the knife"