destabilise

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(&) Grecia. I don't come on very often anymore.
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 music is a sacred thing.  


it can tell endless stories about who you are, where you've been in life, the person you were at one point and the person you have become. it can open up bottles of emotions you thought you forgot how to feel and memories of events that are important shapes of your life. and sometimes, with a particular song or artist, you just feel utterly and completely you when you listen to them. you feel like the song or artist is a part of you that will always be so personal and be right there with you. it's almost like an identity.

and that's the thing you have to be careful about when sharing music. you can't let someone steal your identity away from you. sometimes you can't share the songs that got you through the roughest times of your life and whose lyrics you belted out with your cracking voice, chest pains, tear-stained cheeks and feelings of hopelessness. sometimes you can't share the songs that make you feel like you're in heaven and that your life is a fairytale, because what happens when that person you trusted so much with such an important part of your life ends up hurting you? now, whenever you listen to that certain song or artist, you feel like they stole them from you. you feel like you can no longer listen to it normally without all of the negative connotations added to it, whether the person who hurt you insulted it, brushed it off as nothing important, or even appreciated it. because now, you always have that with you as unnecessary emotional baggage. you feel like you let someone rob your diamonds from you and gave you lumps of coal in exchange.

music is much more powerful than we think. we must choose wisely on how to use such an important and influential tool.

go easy with my baby
This quote does not exist.
thirteen years old
backpack heavy
palms sweaty
gripping the key tightly as i try to unlock the door
before anyone sees 
a young girl alone on the street

nineteen years old
heels in hand
palms sweaty
gripping the key tightly between my knuckles
ready to lunge at the itchy hands that try to grab me 
as i walk through dark alleys back to the dorm

twenty-seven years old
heart pounding
palms sweaty
gripping the key tightly as i sneak out of the apartment before dawn
before he wakes up and 
sheds more bruises on me that no one else will see

fourty years old
voice shaky
palms sweaty
gripping the key tightly as i pass my daughter her first house key
and i hope that she won't need to shift it between her fingers as she walks home
or rush to lock her doors
and i hope it won't leave her palms sweaty with the fears of everything i have seen

There's been a heap of people using my old formats lately
(like really old. LIKE MY ACCOUNT FROM FOUR YEARS AGO OLD)
and I'm just sitting here like....
 

 
You're finding yourself falling for a guy, but he isn't doing things for you that you would do for him. And your mind wants you to think that he's the one, but is he really?

You see, basically, you probably have a crush on a trash can.

What if every time he didn't text you back, you received a slice of moldy bread?

What if every time you saw him doing the special things he did with you, with another girl, you received an old banana peel?

If you had to eat an almost empty box of stale cereal for every time he lied to you and ignored you, your teeth would break off because the cereal is rock hard.

If you had a carton of rotten milk for every time he led you on, you'd probably die from the smell of that sh;t.

If you're reading this with being able to relate to most of these situations, and you're still thinking,"Oh, well he's still so perfect", stop romanticizing a container of spoiled vegetables.

No matter how mesmerizing his voice is, no matter how hot he may look with his hair a certain way, no matter how well he dresses, in the end, it's all...just...a pile of garbage.

And if he ever does these things or anything else that makes you hurt, ask yourself: are you in love with a human, or are you in love with a pile of waste?

You deserve better than a trashcan.

 
thank you, witty.
thank you for being there for me through all of this pain. from the bullies to the so called "friends"to the boy i've been crazy for for 2 years and can't stop making quotes about. there's been times where i just wanted to leave because i didn't think this was the right place for me. but i kept coming back, because this was the only place where i felt like i could say how i truly feel and the only place i felt like i could find real friends. on my witty anniversary of 3 years,  with 800 followers, 940 quotes, and 75 layouts later, i can truly say that this website feels like home. by looking back at my old quotes i can say that i've grown from being a shy, anxious 8th grader to a slightly less anxious (lol), more confident, 11th grader. so this is a big thank you to steve for creating this site, and any other person who helped me keep going when all i wanted to do was to give up. you're all amazing♥

"in the end, humans are more concerned with having, than being."

                                                                       —Lucy
 

 
Before you say yes,
get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk — you'll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can't change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn't just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he's out of it now, you're going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn't change that some people just don't fit.
White people get so angry at the phrase, “You cannot be rac.ist towards white people.

I will never understand why.

Why are you so angry that you are being treated as actual human beings? You are not reduced to caricatures, but portrayed as characters. You are treated fairly, judged not by your skin tone, but by the ways that you carry yourselves, by your actions.

Why do you want to experience rac.ism so badly? It is not fun to be mocked, dehumanized, attacked, killed, incarcerated simply for daring to exist. It is not fun to know nothing of your history or family because it was torn apart, whether through distance or death. It is not fun to hear, at every turn, comments reminding you of your lesser status as humans.

Do you really want to turn on the tv, open a magazine, watch a movie, play a video game, and not see yourself? Or, even better, to only see yourself as a criminal, as a drunk, a mocking stereotype, or as someone to be killed off? Or would you rather see fleshed out, well-written characters with lives and personalities and feelings? I know which I’d rather pick.

If I were a white person, the phrase, “You cannot be rac.ist towards white people,” would be the best thing I could ever hear.
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