I wonder if you remember that I was the one that loved you, homeless boy selling acid on the streets of Atlanta.
I wonder if you remember how silly I looked when I was so in awe I couldn’t even tell you my name…
I wonder if you remember the time I took you in and we made a home together.
I wonder if you remember anything about me at all that said “I love you”
My heart is broken
I feel sick
I can’t sleep
I can’t scream
I feel so alone…
I don’t know where to go from here.
I see my world falling apart, piece by piece.
I see my life falling apart, none of this makes any fucking sense.
“she’s such a slut” = i fear the way you express yourself so ill degrade your worth until you stop
(Source: naughty-nice-sugar-spice)
It took me a very long time to realize I couldn’t truly love anyone else until I truly loved myself. And so I did, I loved myself in all the ways no one else could.
Wholly and completely accepting of myself.
And it seems the more I loved myself, the more others hated me for my freedom.
But self love only goes so far.
One cannot be fulfilled and happy all alone.
Mexico’s Drug War: 50,000 Dead in 6 Years
“Since Mexico’s President Felipe Calderón began an all-out assault on drug cartels in 2006, more than 50,000 people have lost their lives across the country in a nearly-continuous string of shootouts, bombings, and ever-bloodier murders. Just last weekend, 49 decapitated bodies were reportedly discovered on a highway in northern Mexico. The New York Times reports on an increasing numbness and apathy among Mexicans after years of worsening carnage, about which they’ve been able to do virtually nothing. Gathered here is a collection of recent photographs from Mexico’s drug war and the people so horribly affected by it.”
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