There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.
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onlyblackgirl:

phoenix-ace:

girl-non-grata:

Please note: “everyone who works retail, admin, or labor” is pretty much everyone. I can’t remember the last time I worked somewhere without “security” cameras that monitored employees.

I’m having a good laugh right now because our associates just got collectively reprimanded for leaning on the counters during 8 hour shifts on their feet, because it isn’t “professional” looking.  So apparently they can put up with a camera over their shoulder to make sure they do their jobs correctly, but a cop with a gun cant?  

Also you’re not privileged to privacy on the job. What do you need so much privacy for unless you know you’re doing something you ain’t supposed to?

onlyblackgirl:

phoenix-ace:

girl-non-grata:

Please note: “everyone who works retail, admin, or labor” is pretty much everyone. I can’t remember the last time I worked somewhere without “security” cameras that monitored employees.

I’m having a good laugh right now because our associates just got collectively reprimanded for leaning on the counters during 8 hour shifts on their feet, because it isn’t “professional” looking.  So apparently they can put up with a camera over their shoulder to make sure they do their jobs correctly, but a cop with a gun cant?  

Also you’re not privileged to privacy on the job. What do you need so much privacy for unless you know you’re doing something you ain’t supposed to?

Reblogged from vitaaphobia

you were standing on the bridge
stabbing my back and refusing to move
and so i burned it;

and as it crumbled
to the river below,
so did every memory i had of you.
"no exit" by typical treatment. (4 january 2013)
skeletons are only scary
when you put in the depths of
your closet;
place them on display
for the world to pick apart
and you will have nothing to fear.
"bones exposed" by typical treatment. (29 june 2014)