This is my whiney blog about my teenage life, and my bullshit attempt at surviving.
Someone wrote Charlie and asked him his opinions on Obama being the first black President that may be a Muslim.
Charlie’s response:
You can not color people in the real’s real— what makes a person — man — woman is all colors. You can tag people, but you can’t color TRUTH, LOVE, compassion. Black is not a person, you can call a person black and if you did that would be an African person— if a African person was born in France, he wouldn’t be an African person he’d be French. To me that’s just tags. Your media has lied to you and you are DISTORTED, TWISTED, WARPED, off track and out of line. To disrespect anyone or anything is FOOL’S play on the self and that’s what I did. I disrespected myself for even responding to this crap letter.
I sure as hell hope they let you out this year <3 I want to meet you so bad.
(Source: charlesmansonatwar, via hippies-and-happiness)
sometimes i wish i didn’t have a boyfriend so i could just pack my bags and go adventure the world all by myself.
seriously don’t ever do anything. i’d cry my eyes out. forreal. whenever you need anything and you feel like no one is there, come to me. <3
For once I’m feeling sleepy kind of early; So I think I’m gunna cuddle up in bed and text some people.
Finally get the courage to call the store you applied to and check on the status of your application; hiring manager isn’t there.
