duaneolson:

a-game-of-romance-and-winchester:

So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.

I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”.  So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.

I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specificthey won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals. 

Everybody needs to see this

I feel like there isn’t enough time in a day and I don’t understand how people manage.

Up at six, work by eight

home by five thirty, feed the cats, feed myself

school two nights a week, homework for the rest of my hours

bed by ten because eight hours of sleep is so important

I’m only taking two classes and it already feels like there is no time for me. How do I stay sane?

how we spend the afternoon

sometimes

I sit in front of the mirror

and I lean in very close

and I look
I just look at myself and I count each flaw

each pore, each pimple, the redness around my nose, the purple vein in my cheek, the way my right eye is smaller than the other and the eyebrow above it doesn’t arch as well as her sister

and I just sit and think and notice these things
and wish they’d go away

and then I smooth over my redness with powder and add bronze to my pale skin
I color an arch in my eyebrow and curl my right lashes a little more

I leave my home with confidence in my new face

and the world

can’t see

that I’m flawed