My name's Alyssa Miller, such a common name for a common face. I'm a junior English/Early Childhood Education major at a small college in Pennsylvania. I want to go on and get a master's degree in special education. My zodiac sign is a cancer, and I'm scarily similar to its attributes. I can be kind of pessimistic. I watch a lot of television, and read a lot of books. I love to learn. Life's just one huge roller coaster, and I'm along for the ride.
trying to fill the voids in my life with material objects as usual. I shop to calm my nerves or distract me and this latest stunt has really burnt a hole through my bank account.
I just got all fucking depressed and weepy feeling all of a sudden. Turning 21 in a week is supposed to be a milestone, not something I’m dreading because I know it’ll be the same as every other day because my family is poor. This is not me trying to sound snotty, but I just wish someone planned something for me, even if it was a small birthday dinner, instead of me having to plan a beach outing the weekend after my birthday for myself and buying MYSELF a birthday gift so its not a complete fucking bust. I’m nearing the age where birthdays are just another day because you’re too old, and I’m starting early.
whatsortofamandoesntcarryatrowel:
Dad: Why do you think they do that?
Girl: Because the companies who make these try to trick the girls into buying the pink stuff instead of stuff boys want to buy. [x]that awkward moment when a child understands the harm of forcing gender roles better than most grown male politicians.
Always reblog.
I’m surprised that I haven’t reblogged this, to be honest.
I love that last gif. She looks so frustrated. Like “Um, hello, obviously girls and boys can like anything why doesn’t anybody get that???”
(via dancetodream)
