• me: are there any spirits listening
  • ouija: yes are you alone
  • me: yes
  • ouija: haha nice whats up :P
  • me: trying to contact my dead grandmother
  • ouija: cool cool so what would u be doing if i was alive right now lol


yeah she’s cute and all but is her feminism intersectional?

(Source: princeboorito, via kawahineaihonua)

feeling conflicted. feeling conflicted cause i hate that people tell me to never speak to my ex again. i feel conflicted because that’s exactly what he wants. to live in his ignorance. to pretend. to run. to hide. i feel conflicted because he thinks he wins by calling me a fag. by calling me a cunt. by calling me a half breed whore. by telling me i deserve to be raped. i share this with people. i share my anger. i share my pain. and they say never speak to him again. revenge sets so heavy in my chest. if i can’t be validated with an apology. an explanation. not just for the hatred but for the broken heart he chooses to stomp on over. and over. and over again. that came from no where but his inability to cope with life. to cope with death. to cope with love. to cope with me. the “only girl who’s truly loved” him. the girl who’s body he’s degraded. i feel conflicted because i want him to suffer how i’ve suffered. i want him to feel the wrath of his own hatred. a hatred that he could never understand as a straight white cismale. who hated when i reminded him of his privilege. because “my dad didn’t love me either”. i am conflicted because i don’t want him to live in the comfort of his ignorance. i want him to be reminded of his despicable actions and words every. single. day. until he realizes. until he makes amends. but i know the stings of being called a fat fag cunt half breed whore who deserves to be raped and should have been killed when her father was beating her mother stings so deeply. words that are an insult to my intelligence. and expose his lack of creativity. i am feeling conflicted. because i’m afraid those words let him win. and that disgusts me .