I'm Vicky and I'm nineteen. Geography major and full time lover of life. Instagram/twitter: @thevicksterr


Family is supposed to help you, listen to you, and love you. At least that’s my definition. You don’t make them feel bad for something you misunderstood. You don’t only listen to your ideas and opinions, you have to also let theirs in, even if it’s not in your interest. You still let the other person speak their mind. It’s only fair if you are doing the same thing. And you don’t speak false statements, especially one you didn’t even hear but maybe two words of and then come up with your own conclusion of what was said. You don’t tell their cousins things you confided in them to keep personal. And you definitely don’t make them feel guilty for what you do for them out of the “kindness” of your heart. And if it were so, that it was pure kindness, you wouldn’t be upset for “all you do” for that person and then when it not go your way, you whip out everything you’ve ever done and say, “I’ve done all this for you and you won’t even do this for me. You won’t take into consideration of me?” But what about me? Selfish and closed minded is all I can say. Because what also about me? Or everyone else? Don’t do things for me if you’re just going to rub it back in my face when it doesn’t go your way.

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valleyofthed-o-l-l-s can this be us??
"Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with."
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