we’ve all got that weird pretty big secret that we don’t really hide but like we don’t flaunt it like “My brother died of cancer” or “I’m gay” or “I tried to kill myself last year” or anything really and when you find out somebody’s big plot twist you know you’re in this friendship for the long run
I tied a red string around my finger
so I wouldn’t forget the important things:
to swallow my pills in the morning,
to call my mother every night,
to only tell my friends about
kissing the boy from History on Tuesday,
and not about the emptiness that rippled
through me on Tuesday night.
To turn in my paper on time,
12 font, double-spaced, Times New Roman,
no sarcasm, the professor hates that;
to talk to the girl in the library
with only sarcasm, she prefers that.
To stop taking medicine with vodka,
it only makes things worse;
to waltz into work
with bright eyes and no sign
that I thought of twenty-six
ways to die the night before.
And my red string grew tighter,
weighted with the routines and rules
that I had carved into stone,
and I never realized that I had forgotten
the most important thing:
what it meant to be alive.
“I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.”—Frida Kahlo (via morningsuns)
in short, fuck tumblr’s attitudes about “grades don’t matter” and “i’m offended because someone is breathing” and “it’s cool to be apathetic and hate everything” because the world doesn’t fucking cater to you guys, you pretentious assholes who expect everything in life to be sugar coated to y’all and you’re gonna have to grow up sometime
this whole obstacle may be really hard for you. and i'll admit, i don't know the struggle and the pain, so i cant say that i understand what you're going through right now. call me ignorant or whatever, but i'd just like you to know that nothing bad lasts. and i know that this is really hurting you, but you gotta be strong to leap over this obstacle, okay? i know it may not be easy, it may be astruggle, but you are a strong girl, okay? you can do this. you are beautiful
Wow, thank you. so so much. I really needed this, thank you.
“No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”—Nelson Mandela, 1918-2013 (via gandlfs)
i hate the fact that i am always the person who likes others more, like if someone just leaves me, it really fucking destroys me, and i dont really know what to do. i feel confused about everything for weeks, years even, and i dont really know what i have done to make everyone leave me. i dont understand how other people can just be totally okay. its like no matter what, i am always the one that hurts the most, and that really fucking sucks.
everyone who doesn’t live where it snows thinks it’s so nice and fluffy and pretty but in reality you have to shovel pounds of frozen water off of your driveway just so you can get your car out THEN THE FUCKING SNOW PLOWS PUSH THE SNOW ON THE STREET INTO YOUR DRIVEWAY AGAIn then ice forms over the pavement and you can’t walk because you’ll slip so you just shuffle everywhere and you get very veRY VERY WET AND COLD
THEN when it starts to melt everything is so slushy and brown and just gross and ugly.
i don’t understand why so many of you hate on lorde all the time. making fun of how she looks and shit like no wonder yall still in high school actin’ childish but guess what so is she.. she’s 17 and she’s more successful then you’re dumbass sitting at home blogging about how she looks like sid from ice age. like keep hatin but i personally think she is such a beautiful talented individual and i wish i was her best friend.
the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again