"I am constantly torn between wanting to improve myself and wanting to destroy myself."
Dick riding IS NOT a form of transportation!!!!!!!!
not with that attitude
Reblog if you’re insecure with how you look.
The amount of notes on this makes me sad.
You hold galaxies in your ribcage and stars in your veins and tearing yourself open won’t make you glow any brighter, so on days when your spine feels like it’s made of stones and your bones are cracking from the weight, remember that no matter how many years you spend burning your throat with hard alcohol and your lips with the kisses of boys who eye your body like a three-course meal, this will not save you.
You’ve gotta get up every morning even when the light slanting through your blinds looks more like prison bars on the walls than day break, and you’ve gotta fight.
I promise that the girl who told you that your sadness was beautiful knows nothing of what it feels like to be terrified of your own mind, of whispers stabbing into your sides at 2 am and feeling so heavy that you let yourself bleed.
Dammit girl, you’ve gotta fight, and I promise you…the world will bend for you.
there is just so much suffering and sadness and horrible things in the world, so much useless and pointless suffering. please spend your time on this earth making people feel loved. please love one another. reach out to someone who is hurting. appreciate others, and love others. there’s too much useless sadness in this world.
robin williams died today.
here is a list of things that robin williams was:
- and sad.
that’s important, the “and sad,” because sometimes sadness can feel like the only thing we are. it can feel all-encompassing. it can feel like the only thing anyone could possibly see, when they look at you: sad. that person is so, so, sad.
but there is always an “and.” we are never just sad. we are never only. we are always and.
we have all known people who were sad, who are sad; some of us are ourselves sad. being sad does not remove the other parts of us, though it can make them harder for us to see. when you are sad, you don’t necessarily feel like you are also funny, and sharp, and clever, and kind.
but you still are. you don’t have to feel like something to be it.
those things are written on your bones, they are woven into the fabric of your skin. sadness can feel so big, so big and overwhelming and complete, even when it is not a directed sadness. maybe especially when it is not a directed sadness, when it’s a depression that has no direct cause and nothing we can name.
sometimes the sadness is too big. people try to cut it out, or starve it out, or drink it down, or drug it silent. if this is you: i’m sorry. if this is you: you are not alone. if this is you: remember that the solution is never to give up, because you do not live in a vacuum. there are people waiting for you. there are films and songs and books and not-sadness waiting for you. i know that you don’t feel like waiting, but wait anyway.
if you need help, ask for it. here’s a link to crisis centers across the globe. if you live in the U.S., this is the national suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255.
robin williams died today, but the genie didn’t, and mrs. doubtfire didn’t, and peter pan didn’t. sean maquite didn’t, and professor philip brainard didn’t, and alan parrish didn’t. batty koda didn’t. john keating didn’t. you didn’t.
i’ve seen this photo so many times over the past few years and i only just noticed the guy pulling the finger omg
I’m the type that loves clingy. You can’t sleep at 3 am, maybe 4? That’s okay, call me. I don’t mind if you wake me up. You’re never annoying to me, no matter how many times you call or text me. I love it. I love that you care so much.
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