The World: through my eyes...

I'm Francesca.
and I rant about my life here.

how easily you break my heart 

(Source: drreebbaaee, via mamaskitchen)

Him: I love you.
Me: *high five*
Him: lol.
Me: I love you too.

You make me want to settle down and change my plans. 
Please stop telling me you love me, because it’s beautiful every single time.

Sometimes it really pisses me off that most of my friends think that I can handle all the things that slaps my face in life just because I’m a ‘strong’ person. Like, fuck do you guys think I’m some kind of emotionless robot or something? 

By night I could not give a fuck. 
But as soon as I wake up, you cloud my thoughts. 
Like cumulonimbus clouds ready to shed heavy rainfall. 

Fuck off. 

I almost hate that you made such an impact in my life and that even after 3 years I couldn’t simply just shake you off. But then again I have no one else to blame but myself because I allowed you to do that in the first place.

Why does it matter what religion or what race the Boston bombers are? The media is so fucked up that they feel as if they need to put importance on these acts of terror based on someone’s religion or race. Religion and race of a person is not the main reason why they blow up shit, The main reason is because they’re fucked in the head. If anything, this exact bias and prejudice that the media builds up that fuels rage, hate and discrimination against  certain populations. Just because a couple of guys are mentally unstable it doesn’t mean that this act of violence has been rooted from a political or religious agenda. 

We are outraged by mass genocide from history by the Nazi Regime, Pol Pot Regime in Cambodia and the Hutus massacre of the Tutsis in Rwanda to name a few. But we fail to see exactly how history is slowly repeating itself based on the way news is portrayed around the world.

This shit is the exact reason why masses of people get killed. We are so quick to point fingers and look for a scape goat when tragedies occur in our world and we feel as if it is important to link them into someone’s race or religion even though that has nothing to do with it. 

Love me for all my dysfunctions.