My name's Israel! Music is my life, and I'm in a band called The Triple Jets and you should check us out! I'm pretty nice I guess idk. I play guitar, clarinet, bass, drums, and a couple other things.
say it with me now
do not fucking tell me someone with abusive parents “had it easy” just because the abuse wasn’t physical or sexual
Dear math teacher,
I’m sorry I didn’t do my homework.
I was busy last night fighting off the demons that made a home inside my head.
Dear English teacher,
I’m sorry my essay wasn’t done.
I was preoccupied last night, trying to eat my dinner without having my third mental breakdown that day.
Dear history teacher,
I’m sorry I fell asleep in class.
I was up all night trying to decide whether or not there was still a point in staying alive.
Dear school system,
I’m sorry that I’m the one filled with so many apologies.
You should be sorry that I feel the need to apologize for my mental health.
You should be sorry for making students believe that their grades should come before their lives.
You should be sorry for your lack of education and awareness of psychological diseases.
And you owe me so many apologizes for all those fucking nights when I stayed up late to finish my homework, despite the blood pouring from my wrists.
I said sorry, now where are your fucking apologies? // Hannah B. (via f-ightingback)
sorry but a relationship where you forbid each other to talk to the opposite sex isn’t a relationship at all. love is about admiration not possession, we might live in a world where materialism is acceptable but people aren’t the same you can’t control someone like that
*sends this to all the couples at my school*
it really pisses me off how easy it is to get sad and then how long and hard it is to get happy again like what the fuck man thats not fair