My name doesnt matter, youll forget it.My life doesn't matter,you dont live it.
So what if I don’t look good in our practice wear. So what if I don’t look good in my uniform. So what if you call me a “fat cheerleader.” I’m gonna finish my routine with confidence and a smile on my face. Why? Cause somewhere, there’s a little girl who thinks she can’t be a cheerleader cause of her weight. I do it for her.
(via fluent-cheer)
| mum: | what is the matter with you you've been horrible ever since i walked in |
| me: | nothing |
| mum: | whats happened |
| me: | just drop it |
| *what i really meant*: | help me please help me just make everything stop make it go away please i need you to help me i can't cope anymore i just need you now please please please just tell me it will be okay |
| mum: | YOU'RE HORRIBLE DON'T BE SO RUDE WHY ARE YOU SO RUDE THERE IS NO NEED FOR IT YOU LOOK AWFUL IM TRYING TO BE NICE AND ALL YOU DO IS SHOUT AND SLAM DOORS IN MY FACE |
A five year old at the gas station said he liked my “bat woman” tattoo excitedly. His father condescendingly asked how many I had. I told him I had 11. He scoffed and asked how waiting tables all my life sounded and I said, “it’s alright on the weekends, but throughout the week I’m your son’s teacher.” He walked out without another word.
WELL FUCK
(via tellacountryboy)
