+ "I can- I can take care of him, okay? let me take care of him until he's better."
cross out the things you’ve done.


Graduated high school. | Kissed someone.| Collected something really stupid. | Smoked a cigarette.| Got so drunk you passed out. | Rode every ride at an amusement park. | Gone to a rock concert. | Helped someone. | Gone fishing. | Watched four movies in one night. | Gone long periods of time without sleep. | Lied to someone. | Snorted cocaine. | Failed a class. | Smoked weed. | Dealt drugs. | Been in a car accident. | Been in a tornado. | Been to a funeral. | Burned yourself. | Ran a marathon. | Cried yourself to sleep. | Spent over $200 in one day. | Flown on a plane. | Cheated on someone. | Been cheated on. | Written a 10 page letter. | Gone skiing. | Been sailing. | Had a best friend. | Lost someone you loved. | Shoplifted something. | Been to jail. | Dangerously close to being in jail. | Skipped school. | Had detention. | Got in trouble for something you didn’t do. | Stolen books from the library. | Gone to a different country. | Dropped out of school. | Watched the “Harry Potter” movies. | Had an online diary. | Had a yard sale. | Had a lemonade stand. | Actually made money at the lemonade stand. | Been in a school play. | Been fired from a job. | Swam with dolphins. | Taken a lie detector test. | Voted for someone on a reality TV show.| Written poetry. | Read more than 20 books a year. | Gone to Europe. | Loved someone you shouldn’t have. | Used a coloring book over age 12. | Had surgery. | Had stitches. | Taken a taxi. | Seen the Washington Monument. Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once. | Overdosed. | Been in a fist fight. | Gone surfing in California. | Had a hamster/guinea pig. | Pet a wild animal. | Used a credit card. | Did “spirit day” at school. | Dyed your hair. | Got a tattoo. | Got straight A’s. | Been on the Honor Roll. | Know someone with HIV or AIDS. | Made out with someone. | Played on a sports team| Snuck out of the house. | Swore at a teacher. | Gone laser tagging. | Had a romantic relationship.| Been on the TV. | French braided| Skinny-dipped| Driven a car. | Performed in front of an audience. | Gone bungee-jumping. | Been to Mexico. | Crashed a car. | Sky dived. | Been kissed in the rain. | Made an 11:11 wish. | Drank alcohol. | Forwarded a chain letter. | Made a mistake.

plot twist: if you want to know the story behind any of these, message me and i’ll tell

Wake Me Up When September Ends
Green Day


your sister
your daughter
your mother.

a woman gets decked across the face
by a man four times her size
and then gets dragged across the floor, knocked out cold
like a bag of trash
she doesn’t call the police because she thinks
I just make him angry sometimes, you know?
your daughter.

a girl is sexually assaulted in her own bed
and spends the following weeks, months, years
sleeping on the couch
in the living room
your sister.

a woman is attacked on the side of the road
in a sequin blue mini skirt that shines in the streetlights
when she bought it she thought it reminded her of
the starlight, or the glittering of ocean waves
she stays inside most nights, now, with the curtains drawn
she won’t go back to the beach
your daughter.

a woman spends fifteen years of her life
moving in and out of the same house
carting her children back and forth
leaving in the middle of the night with dark blue and purple bruises, every single time
coming back with shaking hands and lifeless eyes, every single time
your mother.

I wonder if you would ever dare to ask
your sister if she provoked him
I wonder if you would ever dare to ask
your daughter if she was asking for it
I wonder if you would ever dare to ask
your mother if she tried hard enough to make it work
but of course you wouldn’t
of course you wouldn’t
when it’s
your sister
your daughter
your mother
you see them as people
you see them as worth more
you see that they deserve more than this

but when it’s just the woman in the apartment below you -
when it’s 12 am and you hear glass shattering and raised voices
underneath your feet
you cluck your tongue
and you never reach for the phone.

When it’s just the girl you see around school
who wears short skirts and high heels
when she doesn’t show up to school for a week
when she comes back with fading bruises and a listless stare
in long jeans and ratty old sneakers
you shake your head at her
and you wonder what she was wearing that night.

I’m sick of asking that question -
what if it was
your sister
your daughter
your mother?
I might as well be asking
what if she actually mattered
what if she were worth something more than
the amount of clothes she was or wasn’t wearing
what if she were more than skin waiting to be touched
more than skin waiting to be bruised
would you pick up the phone?
would you help her carry her mattress?
would you ask her why she doesn’t go to the beach anymore?

someone’s daughter
someone’s sister
someone’s mother -
we are all someone
is that not enough?
are we not enough?
am I not enough?

well I am not your sister
I am not your daughter
and I am not your mother
but I am worth more than a twenty dollar sequin skirt
I am worth more than the purpling of my skin
I am worth more than the streetlights I walk underneath
more than the car keys I clench between my fingers like knives
and I am not defined by who I am in relation to you
I am not defined by who I am in relation to anyone
I belong to myself and myself alone
and I will sooner burn myself up from the inside out
than will I allow you to reduce me to nothing more
than someone’s daughter
someone’s sister
or someone’s mother.


no ok im all for independent woman swift having fun and dancing with girlfriends im here for it ok im all about that life, but i dont like the fact that she’s ‘given up on love’ like how dare this trashcan world warp my favorite wide eyed girl’s view on love so drastically WHY U GOTTA DO ME LIKE THIS


*sees a cute guy on public transport*
*makes brief accidental eye contact*
*goes home and listens to enchanted on repeat for 3 hours*

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