This is a campaign for To Write Love On Her Arms, a charity I support because the meaning behind it is so genuine. If depression, self-harm, & suicide are issues that ring true for you, consider supporting this great cause with, quite frankly, a terribly goofy shirt.
“Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.” ―F. Scott Fitzgerald
I Fucking Dare You!!
“Attack the people I love, and eventually I will come after you. Attack me, and I will laugh in your face. Continue to fuck with the people I love and I will give you an option: Public humiliation or absolute destruction via the weapon of my choosing. Be careful what you say and do when you think I’m some passive, sweet, gullible, little chicken shit. I’m NOTHING you think I am. I have claws, fangs, and venom you will not recover from. Try me motherfucker. I FUCKING DARE YOU!!“ -Rachel Locke
This must be “Fuck with Lisa” month because way too many people are using me like target practice and I don’t appreciate it. Yesterday I felt like I was bleeding to death and no one cared to see the wounds, or cared that they were inflicting them. Today I feel like I can conquer the world, so conquer I shall. Just stay out of my way, I own weapons and I’m not afraid to use them. My greatest weapon that is often ignored is that I am a LOT smarter than I let on. Don’t take that for something it isn’t either.