I Open At The Close

I wonder when people insult other people if they think of how they’d feel if it was happening to them. Or are they relieved it isn’t happening to them? Do they feel the need to hurt someone else just because something in their life isn’t going right. Or is it that their life is so “perfect” that they feel like they have to be a jerk because it gives them a new excitment that they don’t have anymore? I just don’t understand. I wonder if those people who make fun of others look at themselves in the mirror and if they see a monster. I wouldn’t be able to even look at myself in the mirror, I’d be disgusted to look at myself. Except I’m the one being insulted so I can look at myself in the mirror and cry and hate myself for all the things I’m not. Instead I cry, and finally I look on the bright side I have friends and family who care for me and love me for who I am. The rest can fuck off. I feel like I’m a punching bag for other peoples insecurities and problems and I’m sick of it, except I realize that if their life was so perfect then they wouldn’t have to say such horrible things to people. If I had the guts to say anything to them it would be,” So when you look at me and insult me does it cross your mind that I have feelings? How about this, what if I call you a pathetic maggot who is so low that you shouldn’t even be living because in about forty years you’ll be a rotting corpse whom no one will ever want to remember. How does that make you feel? Not feeling so hot now? Well you shouldn’t. Do unto others what you would unto you.” Alas I am not that brave to say it, I can only blog about it. Maybe one day I’ll stick up for myself, or perhaps I’ll just let them drown in their problems. Kill them with kindness. I’ll continue to be kind and never rude — if I should kill them or not, it doesn’t matter. In a year or three I’ll never see them, and they will be but a speck of dust in the air.

I’ve realize how amazing it is, a group of people. How if someone
isn’t doing so well then someone or a group cheers them on they are all
go and they fight for victory! I think we need some more cheering and a
lot more faith in a lot of things! Right on to self-esteem boosters and just
plain affection!

stickstonesandscreamo:

Snape. Harry.

Snape. Harry.

Snape. Harry.

Snape. Harry.

Snape! Harry!

Snape! Harry!

Snape! Harry!

DUMBLEDORE!

When was the last time I was on tumblr? Sorry for lagging behind. (:
I’ve been pretty busy — I’m cracking down hard trying to learn ASL,
seeing as I really love that I can talk to the deaf if I truly need. Anyways
today I had an interesting moment you can say. Is Smilie Ass supposed to
be a compliment or insult? Some should answer that for me, because
personally I took it as an insult in the way that he said it. Girl don’t really
say crap about me, mostly guys. Not pinning the point that guys are bastards,
because truly some are very, extremely, wonderful, and sweet. I’m just
saying they are confusing. I think the reason he would say such a thing
is because, I smile, constantly, even when I am sad, even when I am
feeling horrible. I do it — one to cover up that something is wrong because
everytime something happens the people I talk to, do not understand,
and two because I don’t need anyone burying their noses into my business.
However I would like someones opinion on this, insult or compliment? Plus
a reason why someone would say something like that? Oh and if you think
this is lame, then this is not the blog for you. Thanks! <3

Are a drag — fully waking up. Going to have my shower. Blow dry my hair. And try to have a positive day. I hope everyone is going to have a positive day today, and look on the brighter side. I have yet to do so, as of the moment, hopefully later everything will calm down. So I’m off to take a shower!

Cheerio then,

Maddi

ishouldntbefallingforyou:

(via dandydani, loserwithagun)

Are Confusing. Forgetful. Mean. Depressing. Stressful. Loveable. Lame.

But you can’t live without them.

So I guess that loveable part makes them hard to discard. It’s not like I want to kill them off I would just like SOME of them to at least make up their minds. It’s kind of hard for me to decide whether or not to forget you and move on or if you are my friend and I should try and make an effort to be in your life? Sometimes I wish it were more clear like maybe they could possibly make an effort to be in my life as a friend, but hell I don’t know. I just really wish I could just figure it all out. I was doing so good before.. I really was - like I didn’t even think about you or talk about you. I had my life going and BAMB! Hello… You’re back.. Greeaat. This is where I sigh and I bid you all adieu and I say goodnight. However I feel like I must say one more thing… I hate losing friends more than anything and thats why I forgive and pretend like nothings wrong when you treat me like shit.. That’s all I want to say…

Well I bid you farewell and goodnight.
♥
Maddi

Isn’t being skinny. Isn’t being bigger. Isn’t being big chested. Isn’t being flat chested. It’s being sweet and kind to the people and world around you. It’s stopping to help another in need when they are pushed to the ground. Beauty is the world of kindness. It is everything that is nice. It isn’t yelling or screaming at people. It isn’t being violent. It is bravery. It is reasonable. It is something that can’t be named. I’m sick of people yelling at people and calling them ugly and fat - what the hell is that? Just because someone is bigger, the next skinny chick/boy to walk passed you could be the biggest bitch, but then again so could the next bigger person. Is that beauty? No. So I’m sick of the people that walk around saying beauty is skinny, beauty is having blue eyes, beauty is blah blah blah. Okay beauty is on the inside. You have to dig deep. Thank you for your time.

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