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if an american, rich, 6 foot 2, muslim, RICH, mature, kind, respectful man is reading this. please marry me and buy me a plane ticket and send me money for a visa so i can come to america and become a model. PLEASE.

i would say leave me alone but it is my own soul that is tortuous and intruding.

i am just so jealous of child actors like how. does. it. feel. to. live. MY. DREAM? i want to be famous yall and my dream job used to be acting but now its modeling (both strongly disapproved by my family) and it's just sooo HEARTBREAKING watching edits of these young child actors around my age live their best lives 😄

"you're the youngest child, you are the favorite one blah blah" my needs have never been prioritised, i have been starving for YEARS to get the things that i want but they're never prioritised. but the second my older sister wants something, she gets it in 1-2 days because she's a mean bitch who will ignore and act rude to my mother and so my mother makes sure that she gets what she wants.

it's tiring to be the open-minded world smart younger daughter in a house of conservatives

whenever a man texts me on tumblr their account is always filled with sexual fantasies of violence against women. like can't you see the "minor" on my profile? no i won't sext with you, weirdo.

all girls have is their secret tumblr account and character ai obsession

mine

romanticising my sadness because it feels a bit more tolerable

chat how to be a pretty crier no glue no borax

i have crippling family issues

so close to k1ll1ng mys3lf one more strike and im leaving this earth. for. real.

does anyone else get super uncomfortable in their own skin when they're crying that you feel like scratching the skin off and hitting yourselves?

i miss the life i never had

i need something so heartbreakingly atrocious to happen to me so i can cry because all the reasons i cry for are stupid or i don't cry at all

this is motivation