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Sophia did an Instagram Live with no supervision from Farrah, in which grown men were leaving comments telling her she is hot. She is such a vulnerable child, this is terrifying.
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“How do I explain this…I don’t think there’s any appropriate way so I’m just going to spill out what’s on my heart. I like you. I really do. The last time I felt like this was only once, and so long ago that it’s hard for me to remember anything but the heart break that came from it. And that’s all I can think about when it comes to you. I feel like in a way you have heart break written on your forehead but for the life of me I still want to give you my heart. And at this point in my life I do believe I could give the whole thing to you, but honestly I’m afraid I will scare you away. My family, My lifestyle, Sometimes the way I act. I’ve never been ashamed of those things but I feel at least one of those will drive you away…it really does hurt. Maybe I’m just over reacting and jumping into this faster then I should because you’ve Been treating me like I’ve always wanted to be treated. But somehow I think it’s more then that. I guess my point to this whole thing would be that I am unsure about a lot of things but being with you is definitely not one of them. So please…don’t break my heart. And if your not sure you can do that, tell me now before I fall deeper into this”
— (via cia-dressed-in-blood)
Faithless prayer
I don’t know what I believe these
days
Sometimes I get angry at what I
know
And other times I don’t care.
But I really want to see you
I want to watch, just as you’ve
watched the years passing
I want to hear you say those
words
I have so much to say I’m afraid
this life won’t be enough
I want to ask the questions you
never had an answer for.
I’d tell you everything that
happened while you were gone
Even that I can’t find meaning in
anything lately
Not in the words I write nor in
the things I do,
Not in what I stand up for,
Not even in that feeling I used
to feel
Back in the days when you used to
listen
When I knew the sound of my own voice
Because I wasn’t afraid of words.
I don’t know what changed
Why I grew apart from you or
Who stole my words
And maybe I’ll never know
Why you never answered
Who stole your words
Maybe it doesn’t matter
Maybe I’m all alone.
~ A. A. Roman
“Life is short. I will not allow the anger to disrupt the happiness I’m supposed to have.”
— Affirmation of the day.
You know what? I can deal with the fact that you hurt me. But now I have to face the fact that I’m hurting someone I love because of what you did to me. When he says he likes the way I look, my face shows I don’t believe him, because you told me I was fat and ugly. When he stares at me, I turn away, because when you stared you were judging me. But the worst part? When he tells me he loves me, I freeze, I can’t get the fucking words out of my mouth, because you taught me that having someone know you love them gives them too much power over you. This is not fair to him. He is not you. This is not fair to me. I am not the person you made me.
“I feel constantly trapped. I feel restricted and bound and it drives me insane. people always tell me how big our world really is and it only makes it worse. the world could end on the city suburbs and it would make no difference, I am stuck in a small town in a small school repeating the same days over and over. my emotions become recitals, pretending to feel what I once did. I am just an outsider, constantly waiting to feel different. but I don’t. someday I’ll feel content but when? someday I’ll escape this town but how? I know that this world is endless and that there is so much to experience; but what is it really worth to a girl like me?”
— maybe this is all there is (via untitledtextposts)
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