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Olivia | 19 | Canada eh

Hiii I'm a business student. I want freedom, I love tattoos, I write lyrics and things, I thrive at heavy metal concerts where all I can see is my hair, fists, glimpses of ozzy and tony, and there's no thoughts in my head but the rhythm and " i'm going to feel", know what I want from life, but also don't know shit.


My mum said dinner was ready and I went into the kitchen and it wasn’t even ready I’m sick of all these lies, its tearing our family apart


Two separate conversations I have had tonight about my race…these happened about a half hour apart from each other.

Douchebag 1: What are you?
Me: …um. What do you mean?
Douchebag 1: *scoffs and rolls his eyes* I mean, what ARE you? You aren’t white. Are you Mexican? You’re so…exotic looking.
Me: Um. I’m black and German, mostly.