ashley,17, california, throughout my wretched life there isn't a friend, family member, or fantastic opportunity I haven't shoved into a blender and mutilated
I’m not anyone’s first choice. I’m not anyone’s favorite. People may tell me I mean a lot to them and that I’m special to them but I know there’s someone they will always choose over me.
(Source: anntrannn)
Once upon a time, there was a girl with golden hair who went to live in a beautiful house. And all the people loved her, and she was very, very happy. But the people in the village were very poor, and every night, they crept into the house where the girl slept and they cut off a piece of her golden hair and they sold it for money. “She’ll never even notice,” they said… And soon, all the gold was gone from her head, and the people said. “Oh, she’s not beautiful at all.” And they took her from the beautiful house, and they drove her into the street. And she went away. And she never came back… And soon, people became hungry again and they went back into the beautiful house looking for gold, but there was no one there.” GIA
― (via lilianamatthaeus)
