;-; I also have pita chips and hummus,

fuck yes

Fuck rape-apologist and victim-blaming mothers. I hate when she talks to me about something that’s happened to a college girl and labels her as “stupid” enough to do “whatever it is that got her in that situation” but turns around and excuses the guys that did it to her by calling them “weirdos” like they’re expected to do these things. UGH

My dad is so cute. While we were gone, he proudly lived off of pizza and beer. And I guess he’s been taking Shiloh on a walk everyday for weeks now at 6 in the morning.

I’m kinda mad. Not mad mad, just like “ugh, you too?” mad. Like a “why don’t u talk to me anymore” mad, a “I didn’t do shit” mad.
I need to leave here.


Do NOT shame people for choosing not to go to school.

Do NOT insult people for dropping out.

Do NOT teach your children that dropping out means you are a failure. 

You never know what’s going on in that person’s life.


(via temptings)

I’m home and I’m happy.

bc of a dentist appt on Thursday, I can’ leave tomorrow to SLO like I wanted to, but that means I’ll have an extra 30 hrs in SJ.

dads mad, goodnight!

We woke up at 3 to drive 2 hours to Haleakala to freeze and see a great sunrise. What a great last day it’s been already.

(side note)

Can I just say shout out to myself for sticking through this vacation razor-free, bc goddamn if it’s hard to be hairy in public. I was concerned at first about what my sister and brother in law would say but they’re very one way or another, like they were ok with it, but they were aggressive about me “embracing it” and “owning it”. I was trying to explain to rick that sometimes it’s hard to be confident in yourself and he didn’t understand. Like they live this life of perfection where there’s no room for lee-way which is dum and unrealistic. But anyway, I feel like I can talk to Diana about that stuff bc on the same level that she gets judged/yelled at by our mother for the “skimpy” clothes she wears, I get judged by others for my hair. So it’s like slut-shaming/victim-blaming/sexualizing-women’s-bodies and gender-roling, we’re a whole family of social agenda examples. Anyway, shout out to me and all of you who are doing you despite social pressures to do otherwise!


I literally crave affection. It’s not about sex. I crave somebody to cuddle with me, and to lay their head on my lap. I crave kisses, holding hands and running my thumb across theirs. Just looking at someone and thinking “how did I get this lucky”.

(via marfmellow)



Love how all the POC look 1000% done with this shit.

Halloween is coming up, yall

This year I’m not putting up with any cal poly bullshit. I’m punching everyone.

(Source: fenisoffended, via llfoolj)


Raquel, 20, none of your business