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Inhale the Good Shit.
"My choice is what I choose to do and if I'm causing no harm it shouldn't bother you.
Your choice is who you choose to be
and if your causin' no harm then you're alright with me"-Ben Harper
Exhale the BullShit.

Reblogged from blunts-and-robots  376,899 notes

rebuy:

i hope flip phones make a comeback in 2015 

If flip phones make a comeback in 2015 I’m going to be pissed because I just received a smart phone and felt like I become a zombie. So if this happens I will be pissed..but I will also be very happy to go back to using my flip phone. But if it doesn’t then thank you baby Jesus for making me worthy of a smart phone right now.I’m thankful nonetheless 

chipotleaf:

phandoms-united:

art-sex-drugs:

I have finally hit my breaking point. For as long as I can remember I have endured my mother’s abuse, whether it is verbal, emotional, or as seen here physical. I can expect some act of violence on a daily basis, and her beating me is not an usual occurrence, but today something snapped. My mother did this unprovoked, and this time she didn’t stop. Usually it’s bad for a little while and then she’s done, today it went on for what seemed like forever. At a certain point I decided I was going to do something I never do, call the police. You see, my mother is a highly respected and very well known person where I live. She is on the board of ed, worked for CPS for many years, and is close personal friends with people like the local chief of police, director of our local CPS unit, and so on. I always knew that calling wouldn’t go anywhere and just upset her more, but today I had to try. While she was kicking me I found my opportunity, and somehow managed to get away from someone more than twice my size. I ran as fast as I could, knocking things over behind my, trying to find a phone. I dialed and they listened and my mother proceeding to beat me over it, while I screamed for help. For the second time today, I managed to get away from her and ran to my room. I barely had enough time to lock my door, before she starting trying to get it, to the point that she ripped my door off the frame. I decided I was going to stay locked in there, until the police came. The past few months I have been collecting evidence against her, voice recordings, pictures like these, and videos of her violence, so they couldn’t dispute what was going on. But I was dead wrong. 

When the officer finally came up to my room, I attempted to tell him my side of the story, but before I could get a sentence out he silenced me. HE told me that this was my mothers house, and I needed to live by her rules. If I didn’t she had the right to punish me. He also told me to be tankful for her, because he wanted to press assault charges against me. finally, he refused, despite my begging, for him to take me to a shelter for teens. 

I am utterly disgusted by the injustice that occurred today. I pray there is no one else out there who is living in such a situation. I am not sure exactly what I am getting out of writing this, except maybe that it’s just nice to be able to open up about this, when I have had to keep it a secret my whole life. idk. sorry for posting such heavy shit. 

Signal boost the fuck out of this

my mom abused me my whole life, up until i was 18. the reason i moved out on my own was because one day, while she was beating me for not staying to help her clean her impeccably clean 4 story house (she’s a compulsive cleaner, cleans maybe 3 times a day, thoroughly), she had the neighbors call the cops on us, and told the police i tried to kill her.

i was arrested and jailed for 2 days and now it’s on my permanent record and i can’t get a good job or rent an apartment.

yup.popos dont care. this is why many children are getting abused to death because they take the wrong kids away. I just stopped asking for help and took matters into my own hands