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jforjoelle:

last time i did this my wish really came true. so im going to wish again

nothing to lose. :))

Let’s hope

Why not? :)

*crossing fingers*

pretty much^^^^

i got nothing to lose. (:

Last time i did this my wish came true.

Jesus Christ if my wish comes true I will piss

please work omg

looks fun lol

please 

IT SERIOUSLY WORKED

Well, i got nothing to lose, might as well try it

This shall be interesting😌

I really need this.

lets do this lol

My wish came true last time, so Imma do it again lol

i love seeing this on my dash omg

There are girls who seem to have it all. They have all of these amazing things going for them. They have great new bodies because they worked out and ate right. They have glowing skin, and eyes that sparkle. They have beautiful smiles, and are full of laughter. They exude confidence, and good vibes from that never-ending well of inner peace, having found a way to tap into their inner strength. Everything just keeps getting better and better for them, and everyone just adores them. They’re on their way up!

Then there’s me.

I’m not one of those girls, and never will be.

No matter how much I struggle, I can’t seem to make myself look or feel any better. I’m run ragged every single day. I never have time, or a reason, to do my hair or makeup. I eat whatever I can scrounge up. I never have time to exercise. My eyes are dull, and I have dark circles beneath them, and my skin looks pale. I don’t laugh much. Mostly, I cry over things that though they are beyond my control, that fact doesn’t make me hurt any less. No matter how much courage I muster, or how much self-confidence I managed to rake together, I can’t seem to make myself love myself any more than I do. Most days, I don’t really even like myself much. I feel like my body betrays me, and my face shows it. Love.. I care deeply for everyone around me, but as far as being coupled, I guess it’s just not something that’s meant for my life. Every time someone tells me that they’re sorry, they turn around and hurt me again. And the cycle of abuse continues, no matter how hard I try to break it. I keep hoping and praying that my daughter won’t end up stuck in my same cycle, but I have resigned to the fact that it may not be avoidable now. Nothing will ever change for me, I guess it’s just not meant to.

From here, all I can ask is for my fight to not be forgotten. When you see me on the road side, it’s okay to stare. I would stare, too. And it’s okay to keep going, and leave me behind. Sometimes examples have to be made, and I know that’s where my story ends.

stardustandmelancholy: “I don’t think you’ll ever understand what a remarkable person you are, and how rare it is for someone like you to come along. You often seem like the eye of the storm, calm and unreadable and somewhat bemused in the whirlwind...
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stardustandmelancholy:

I don’t think you’ll ever understand what a remarkable person you are, and how rare it is for someone like you to come along. You often seem like the eye of the storm, calm and unreadable and somewhat bemused in the whirlwind you’ve created. 

But I think that’s why we all try so hard to remind you just how special you are. Because it’s people like that who are often the first to forget. 

Happy Birthday, Misha <3 

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