Friday, I came home from school to find that my dad had repainted my bedroom. I knew he was going to do this, so I bought eggshell white paint the day before. However, he decided to return the several unopened cans of paint that I bought for something “more neutral”, like “Neon Green”. Not only did he paint it myLEASTfavorite color, but he knew that it was my least favorite color. And did I mention he kept the money he got back?
This is absolutely terrifying. Just look at it, it is so real and astonishing. You need to reblog this. I don’t care if you’re used to reblogging orange, teenage girls with vans on. I don’t care if you’re used to reblogging vintage or photography. This is real. You can even see the fury in his eyes. The tense muscles in between his fingers. The heavy breathing.
this literally makes me so scared.
^^ This is real. And it’s sad when it comes to this point with people. It makes me sick.
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- (are an) anorexic or suffer anorexia
- bulimic or suffer bulimia
- suffer with ednos or other eating disorders
- suffer from bpd
- suffer from depression
- suffer from any mental health illnesses/problems
- are a burner
- are a selfharmer
- have been bullied/abused/neglected
- have attempted or thought of suicide
i want to follow you all.
Problem fixed! No more random music! :D
I’m literally hearing random music playing from my computer and I have no clue where it is coming from. Seriously? I’m kinda concerned for my safety.