It saddens me that there are young girls out there getting boob jobs like it’s nothing, purely because they want larger, perkier, more ‘appealing’ breasts while there are women that have no option but to have them removed in a life or death situation. When will we stop taking the things that we have for granted. When will we just be happy with what we’ve got; happy that we are healthy and loved.
Shoutout to the wealthy, educated, straight baby boomers who voted in a government that want us to take a step backward and not forward. You’ve voted to ruin the environment for us and future generations, to not allow many of our friends to get married, and encouraged selfishness, racism and sexism. Thanks for voting in a leader that glorified the appearance of his daughters just to win a few votes.
Sincerly the youth of Australia.
People crave change so badly that they can’t see how good our country already had it.
Just started up a new blog following my adventures as a vet student. If you’re interested in my journey or having a little giggle at some of the humorous and gross things I’m going to have to do in the future feel free to follow and take a peek!
When I look at myself in the mirror I barely recognise my reflection. All I see is a shell - an unenthusiastic and tired shell of the person I once was. My eyes are tired and my skin and hair dull. I rarely wear makeup anymore and my nails are chewed to within an inch of their life. I almost have this desire for non-existence. I can’t pinpoint when I lost myself and that’s what scares me the most. I wish I knew when I became a zombie, what triggered me to shy away from the fantastic life I was leading. I wish I knew how I could get back on track. It’s hard to be positive when you don’t even know who you are anymore, that there’s not even any joy in the things you once loved. If I can’t even love myself, how can anyone ever love me? But my biggest question is this: what if I never actually find myself, what happens then? The answer to that is what scares me the most.
I shouldn’t have to try convince myself every morning that today will be a good day.
I’m falling for you and you’re falling for me. Youd think it would be simple, like 1+1=2, right? Nope, I wish. The timing is actually very important but unfortunately it is a skill I’ve never had. If we had met 6 months in the future there would not be an issue in the world that could tear us apart but the fact is we didn’t. However, whether it is good or bad, I can’t bring myself not to fight for a connection like ours. I feel like giving up now would be such a waste. I understand you can’t guarantee that your feelings won’t change, but neither can I. It’s a risk I feel I’m willing to take and a possible broken heart I’m willing to mend. Life is too short and fragile to let an opportunity to feel love slip through your fingers. They say you regret the things you didn’t do more than the things you did. I guess only time will tell whether this gamble pays off, but right now the odds feel good.
Would you ever judge someone for the number if people they've slept with? Eg. Would you say a 16 year old girl who had slept with 10 boys was a slut, or a 16 year old boy who had slept with 30 girls was a player?
I don’t think derogatory names are really needed. I think I’d be more concerned that there may be underlying issues with those children - which is exactly what they are, children.
Do you think it matters how many people someone has slept with? Male or female.
To be honest, each to their own. I personally think that the number doesn’t matter as long as the people you did sleep with you were comfortable with and was someone you actually wanted to sleep with. I don’t think the question of gender is ever relavant on this type of topic. What gives one gender more right to sleep with more people than the other? Absolutely nothing. It’s more about the individual than anything else.
Do you ever get the feeling you’re not meant to be happy?
You seem quite depressed.
I wouldn’t say depressed, I’d say maybe overwhelmed.
As winter rolled in the dark days became more frequent and darker than they had been before. They’re cold and lonely and they feel endless. The sun is still there buried deep behind the clouds leaving is sparing beams of light across the world, reminding me there is something beyond this darkness I feel. But it is the moon that bears the biggest burden. It brings the sleepless nights, the worry, the endless thinking. There is so escape from the night, especially when the stars don’t shine bright. I need the sun to kiss my skin to remind me that there is light at the end of this tunnel, to guide me through this storm that has become my life.