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@owetre180 / owetre180.tumblr.com

18/??/USA, Pansexual/Heteromantic, Depression & Anxiety . . I like a lot of things. Technology and the arts, mostly. Currently, I'm in a technical high school for computer systems. After that, I want to go to college for cybersecurity. . . This blog is.. Well, stuff about things. It's my main blog where I repost random shit, or just to post pictures and stuff like that. If you want to follow me, go right ahead. But be prepared to be bored. I have a girlfriend. Sorry, nonexistent ladies that want me. 😂😂 Follow me on Instagram @owetre18
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punkkprincess
camdamage

having small boobs is ok

small boobs are not ugly

small boobs do not make you ugly

small boobs are not abnormal

breast size does not determine your attractiveness, worth, or femininity (or masculinity as the case may vary)

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unlostpunk

(its a little late but oh well) (&& look guys we took selfies!)

The kid in these pictures is the best thing thats happened to me thus far in my life. I’ve never found anyone in this world who genuinely loves and cares about me as much as he does. Despite all my crazy, uncontrollable moodswings & bitchfits, at the end of the day, hes always down to be around me. Its been a whole year together. Something neither of us have truely accomplished up until this point. We’ve had our ups and downs, like almost all couples do. But unlike other couples, we promised to stick by eachother no how tough or scary it gets. This past year hasn’t been the easiest, but its been the only one worth the trouble. In just a year, we’ve practically lived with eachother, we’ve seen eachother at our best and at our worsts, and I’m honored to have had the privelage of knowing you so well. Despite what you may think, you’re the best thing in my life, and I wouldn’t be happier with anyone else. I’m proud of all things we’ve accomplished together, and I’m hopeful that we will continue to work through whatever issues come our way. Thank you for all that you do for me. Thank you for being my bestfriend, my rock, & the best boyfriend I could ask for. I love you with all my shitty little heart, Happy one year baby.😘💕 @owetre180

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unlostpunk

(I think I’ve posted these pictures a dozen times, because we both hate taking pictures so we don’t have any😂)

its been 11 months, words cannot describe how much I love you. I won’t deny, theres days you piss me off, theres times we fight, & I’m sure theres days I piss you off. but at the end of it all, theres no one else in the world I’d want to spend everyday of my life with. I wish I could see you, because I miss you so fucking much. you always know how to make me feel better. you put up with my shit when I know I’m being nearly impossible to deal with. you treat me like a princess when I’m being a brat. you love me when i don’t love myself. I’m so thankful for you & every chance we get to be together. All our nap dates, netflix binges, walks at 3am, everything. I wouldn’t trade a moment with you for the world. I love you with all of my fucked up, shitty, heart. Thank you for being my bestfriend, my rock, my everything. Thank you for being the most amazing boyfriend I could ever ask for. I love you so much baby. Happy Valentines Day @owetre180 😘❤😍

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yourhandwrittenletter
The first boy who loves you wears floods because he can’t afford a new pair of jeans. He can’t look you in the eye. Not until he asks you out your sophomore year. Sweaty palms. A crack in his voice. Don’t say no. I know you want to. I know your friends are snickering about it in some corner. But I also know that you like the way he is kind and gentle and quite. Even if you won’t admit it. Even if you introduce him to your parents as a friend for the first five months of your relationship. He is real, and he is here, and he is asking you to dinner from behind a greasy mop of hair. Yes, you say. You’ll go.       The first boy who loves you picks you up late in a car with chipped paint, but apologies fall off his tongue like rain from the sky. Genuine apologies. He takes you to a place way off the grid. Some total dive. You order the pasta carbonara, and he smiles with all of his teeth when you tell him it’s the best damn food you’ve ever had. He says sweet things. Funny things. You forget that he’s weirdo boy. Lonely boy. Sad boy. When he says he likes you, has liked you for years now, you tell him you might be starting to feel the same way. Might. But when he kisses you, just barely fucking kisses you, your insides scream at the sudden rightness.       The first boy who loves you asks you why you never talk about your family, and you tell him all of the gory details. The fighting. The drinking. The divorce. And he holds you until you forget where your limbs end and his begin. Eventually, into the skin of your neck, he will tell you that he loves you. You won’t say it back, but you’ll pull him close. You lose your shirt somehow. And then the rest of your clothes. And then your mind. It’s painful and awkward and wonderful before it becomes something more. Much more. And when you let yourself relax, arching into his touch, it’s very nearly everything.       But the first boy who loves you will not be the last boy who loves you. And he is not an idiot. The first boy who loves you will not let you push him aside when you need space. He will not let you break without trying to fit you back into place like a puzzle. And when everything falls apart, he is the only thing you know how to destroy. The boy with bright eyes and bad hair and the strongest arms will stay by your side through anything. But when you ask him to leave, rip his hands from your waist and edge him towards the door, he will go. Even though you wish he wouldn’t. Even though you don’t know why you’re doing this. He will go. Because the first boy who loves you is kind and gentle and quite, but he is not an idiot.      When you look back at him, sweaty palms, a nervous crack in his voice, you will still remember everything. He called you sweetheart. And babe when he was angry. And your full name when he was feeling especially affectionate. And even though it’s over, even though other boys have loved you, the first boy who loved you will be the only boy who holds your heart in his hands, feels it beat and breath without possession or power but a reverence you still struggle to understand, and then places it back into your chest and whispers, “Live.”

a messy letter to the boy who will never know how much I loved him. (via yourhandwrittenletter)

Shit.

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animatorzee

People will tell you that emotional abuse isn’t real and what you’re dealing with isn’t that big a deal and you’re just exaggerating, but let me tell you something.

If you’ve ever been wary of everyone you know, even people you trust, because you’re expecting them to get angry with you over literally anything, make fun of you, or start making threats, something’s wrong.

If you’ve ever had to plan things in anticipation of a potential tantrum that you fear will be taken out on you, something’s wrong.

If you succumb to someone’s demands because you’re never sure if their threats are empty or legit and you just want to play it on the safe side, something’s wrong.

If you find yourself jumping at smaller noises in anticipation that they’re a warning sign for a tantrum, something’s wrong.

If you hide things - especially things that make you happy - because you’re so afraid that they’ll make fun of you for liking them, scold you for liking something they don’t, take them away, destroy them, or that they’ll defile them and ruin that love you have for them, something’s wrong.

If you find yourself being silent in the face of mild disagreements or thinly-veiled insults, rather than standing up for yourself because you just don’t want to start an argument and make things worse, something’s wrong.

If that very lack of standing up for yourself eventually leads to you never offering your opinion in any sort of discussion out of fear of ridicule or being scolded because that’s what you’re so used to, something’s wrong.

If you end up spending a lot of your time in your room keeping to yourself and keeping any trip outside of your room to an absolute minimum because you don’t want to risk putting one toe out of line and setting off a tantrum, yet you’re also aware that hiding out will also cause an issue and you’re probably just minimizing the risk instead of erasing it entirely, something’s wrong.

If you ever habitually glance outside the window to keep watch for your supposed abuser’s car to return from their work, errand or trip, and then heading to your room or other hiding place to keep out of their way, erasing any obvious signs that you’ve been out and about in the rest of your living space, something’s wrong.

If one of your greatest fantasies involves not a dream career or winning the lottery but instead an escape plan succeeding, something’s wrong.

If you could basically summarize your life as living in constant, subtle fear, Something. Is. Wrong.

Emotional abuse is very, very real, and it has lasting consequences that can affect people’s relationships, their jobs, and their lives all-around.

Don’t you dare tell me it isn’t real.

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punkkprincess

As if I don’t talk about him enough, this is my ray of sunshine.😌 I don’t know what I’d do without him, where I’d be, or if I’d even be alive right now. Although its only been 2 months, I feel like we’ve been together an eternity, and I’ve never been happier. I can’t wait to grow together and experience all the great things life has to offer us. I don’t think you, or anyone really, realizes how important you are to me. you make me happier than anyone else ever has, you remind me how special I am and how important I am to you and much you love me, and its helped me to love myself a little more everyday. Thank you for being my partner in crime, my bestfriend, my support system, my cuddle buddy, my everything. I’m the luckiest girl in the world to have such an amazing boyfriend. @owetre180

PSA: I made this post for no reason other than because I’ve had an awfully shitty night, my anxiety and my depression has been through the roof, my head is going crazy, and the only thing I could think of to make me feel better was to talk about my amazing and wonderful boyfriend. we’re the cutest couple ever, and I want the world to know how lovely he is. So, if you have a problem, kindly kiss my ass cause I don’t care.

Thank you & Goodnight my loves😌

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owetre180

My baby. <3

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