Jelly Belly Chairman donates $5000 to help turn back the rights of trans kids in California to use the bath room and change rooms of their gender identity, not assigned sex.
Source: THE AGE

Here’s a petition that’s trying to get him to stop backing the bill.

Son of a bitch I loooooooove jelly belly jelly beans.


Anonymous asked:

Hey. I'm sad and alone and I literally have no one to talk to. After I went through a bad time all my good friends left bc I wasn't the same happy funny care free girl I used to be. Now I'm alone. I used to be the girl with all the friends and was happy and had it all together. Now I'm alone and sad. I don't know where I went wrong. I don't know how I ended up like this. Alone and pathetic. I'm sorry I just had to tell someone.

s0lvingsecrets answered:

Sweetheart, you’re not alone. You know why? Because you have me, I’m here for you, I’m here to help you pick up the pieces. The exact same thing happened to me honey but seriously the only person that can make you happy is YOU, forget all those fake nasty friends because they proved to you that they are incapable of making you happy. You don’t have time for people who make you sad, I know it’s extremely frustrating and difficult when it comes to these types of situations but you gotta just go with the flow, other friends will come along trust me! if you want you can come off anon? I’m worried about you an I wanna keep my eye on you xxxxxxxx

This comment is the story of my life.



Sometimes I look at my life and think what the fuck have I done, this is a fucking mess. Then I realize this isn’t my life, this a period in my life. In five months I won’t be living in detox, I won’t be in a place with the lights on 24/7, I won’t have a home with drunk people coming in at all…

Fuck yeah man.


Social anxiety,
Nothing better to do,
Extra money,
There are a Thousand reasons to use,

But a billion not too.

Heroin is like happiness in a syringe.
Once it is in,
Nothing matters, all is bliss,
Until you need another fix.

It’s so easy to forget about the world in
a sticky dark daze of tar.
All day dedicated to getting that fix,
that bliss.

Days, weeks, months go by
And nothing else matters.
Not the empty fridge, pile of bills, or the full cat box.
Not the bonds broken, opportunity lost, or money stolen.

It’s time to clear the daze.

My poetry. Title “the deadly daze” (via ladylovelight)

Damn, 60 notes. That’s like 60 more then most of my posts xD

Remind me again why I am sober?

Now that I am sober and working a normal job I have no money, I’m gaining weight, I never have energy, my emotions are out of wack again, everything is boring as fuck, life is uneventful, I no longer hang out with many friends, I don’t have my own home or my cats, sex sucks, and IM SOBER