today is my birthday…
and i wish i were dead.
Happy Birthday, me!
happiness is being on a see-saw
me as Ke$ha for Halloween at VooDoo Fest :)
(Source: thedailywhat)
but it sucks.
it makes me sick to my stomach when i think about how much i love him,
because i can’t tell him.
because i’d rather pretend he does love me back,
than know that he doesn’t.
plain and simple, i’m a white girl that lives in the hood—
transplanted from Midwestern white suburbia to the dirty urban south.
I live in the “rough” part of town.
on the “wrong side” of the tracks.
i live in community with drug dealers and users
and children running unsupervised through the streets.
where the corner store sells more than bread and milk,
and bullets stop bodies in the front yard.
where gunshots and cat calls are part of the ambience,
and rooster’s calls ring out all day long.
where half the houses are graffitied and abandoned,
and shoes hang from the telephone wires.
where the front porch is the living room,
and everyone waves at passersby.
where funerals turn into parties,
and parties spill into the streets.
where everyone is family,
and family always comes first.
I don’t live here because I have to.
I live here because I want to.
because I’d rather be here than anywhere else.
because in my heart this feels like home.
i want one.
9gag:
so true.