Winona Ryder in high school
"I was wearing an old Salvation Army-shop boy’s suit. I had a hall pass, so I went to the girl’s bathroom. I heard people saying "hey, faggot". They slammed my head into a locker. I fell to the ground and they started to kick the shit out of me. I had to have stitches. The school kicked me out, not the bullies.
Years later, I went to a coffee shop in Petaluma, and I ran into one of the girls who’d kicked me, and she said “Winona, Winona, can I have your autograph?” and I said “Do you remember me? I went to Kenilworth. Remember how, in seventh grade, you beat up that kid?” and she said, “Kind of”, and I said “That was me. Go fuck yourself!”
I saw this when I was walking home, and it just made me sad.
This hits hard.
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Imagine being this beautiful. Wow.
Imagine having to wipe off all that makeup at night wow.
imagine if eating makeup made someone’s attitude flattering wow