Courage is endurance for one moment more.

16^th May 2012

Wednesday // 1pm // 2 hours ago

Seems like I just have built up emotions inside me. It sucks. I just wanna let it all out.

13^th May 2012

Sunday // 5pm // 2 days ago

really bad day.

fuck everyone.

13^th May 2012

Sunday // 5pm // 2 days ago

Fuck my family, Fuck my friends. I have nobody. Whatever, I’m just gonna do me.

26^th Apr 2012

Thursday // 11am // 2 weeks ago

"If you love something, set it free if it comes back, it was meant to be. If it continues to fly, let it soar, have faith that God has something better in store."

— (via itskatiebiiiitch)

24^th Apr 2012

Tuesday // 10pm // 3 weeks ago

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Plays: 701

Helllyeah(;

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24^th Apr 2012

Tuesday // 7pm // 3 weeks ago

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20^th Apr 2012

Friday // 4am // 3 weeks ago

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Plays: 135

beatgeekchronicles:

#OldSkoolSundays

‘Caught Up In The Rapture’ by Anita Baker.

This song is full of soul. I’ve had it on repeat for the past two days.

05^th Apr 2012

Thursday // 1am // 1 month ago

The hell are you talking about.

Shut the fuck up. I earn what you earn in one month in a week. The fuck are you bragging about?! Sit your ass down.

04^th Mar 2012

Sunday // 6pm // 2 months ago

My name is Erika Santos. I am 19 years old. This is the first time I’ve came out about me being abused. Since I was 2 years old my mother has physically, verbally and emotionally abused me. Everyday it takes a toll on me. Her words, every time she’s harmed me. This is all true. Non- fiction, un-cut. There’s this saying.. sticks and stones may break my bones…but words can never hurt me… THAT’S NOT TRUE. My mom blamed everything on me. She strangled me to death, Kicked me in the head, beat me senselessly, slammed me against the van. She would even try and cut off all my hair. My mom would tell me how every night she prays that I was dead and her telling me I was horribly ugly and that I would never amount to anything never was an everyday thing for her.She never hesitated to bring me down. She was never proud of me. When I was little she attempted to kill me. She told me the would be a better place If I killed myself.Sometimes she makes me feel like her being miserable is my fault. It hurts and takes a toll on you. A few years ago, I attempted suicide because of her but my Dad stopped me. I am not writing this to get some sort of sympathy… but to raise awareness. Please, please if anybody is going thru the same thing as I am.. please talk to somebody and get help. Write it out, draw it out, sing it out.

Tagged as: emotional abuse.