So Sweet With A Mean Streak

College dropout.
Hip Hop & Rap.

Just got done watching this for the first time and obviously it was better than I even imagined.
Facetimed my main girl tonight. Missin’ you, boo boo. 👽
God bless the stranger who bought me this large, expensive cup of Captain Morgan Island Punch. #GoHawks
Taking some time for myself tonight to control the way I deal with a lifetime of stress.
I’ve had a terrible, anxiety-attack driven weekend, but today feels quite opposite. Last week I got a promotion at work, and was told by one of my bosses that I’m doing an excellent job, even better than some rental managers who’ve worked here for several years. She wants to train me to take over her job, which is to be not only a rental manager, but an event planner as well. After I got the news, I was ecstatic but cautious. I didn’t know why everyone thought I was such a great employee and person, and I definitely never thought I deserved the job. But now I am realizing how much I DO deserve it. Not only am I a hard worker, I’m also trying to beat my depression. Baby steps is the key, and I think I’m on the right path with this job. Just have to keep reminding myself to stay positive.

First day at school, Gaza, Palestine.

this is the most important thing right now.
hadeiadel venoknat
breadcrummy rappinassrappers
sickpage wh0reizona

givenchy spring 2015
crosstheocean livebymoonlight
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before you date a girl with a mental illness, remember: saying, “you’re beautiful” won’t balance the chemicals in her brain.

and don’t fucking say, “i’ll be here for you, no matter what,” if you don’t mean it.

don’t think you’re fixing her by saying, “i love you.” because you’re not

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bonycat mamallamadrama
Asking what someone is depressed about is like asking what someone is epileptic about. My mother works in mental health and had this to say about the common perspective on depression. (via recoveryisbeautiful)
asoldastimeitsself mamallamadrama
anulqueen thepoisonedy0uth
My third grade teacher called my mother and said, ‘Ms. Cox, your son is going to end up in New Orleans in a dress if we don’t get him into therapy.’ And wouldn’t you know, just last week I spoke at Tulane University, and I wore a LOVELY green and black dress. Laverne Cox, speaking at the University of Kentucky  (via krispymeme)
so-nyeo-shi-daze thepoisonedy0uth