the fact that the o.c. isn’t on netflix makes me really sad
When I was in the 4th grade a girl bullied me so my mom (who is Cuban and Spanish) told to me tell her “Basta” which means enough is enough, while putting my hand under my chin and flicking it out so the back of my hand faced my bully. Instead I just motioned that I was going to slit her throat and I was sent to the principals office for threatening to kill her.
JUST BECAUSE I HAVE BIG BOOBS AND MY CLEAVAGE SHOWS A LOT DOES NOT MEAN I’M A FUCKING TEASE.
The mind is unmanned ship cast out in endless sea that knows no edges to possibilities. But for some there is an edge. Teetering on the edge is the brink between insanity and sanity. I wish so badly to be wandering in the wavering and endless ocean, but the undertow is sometimes just too strong. Perhaps if someone understood that simply holding my hand through this storm would be sufficient enough to make this ship stay afloat.