This gave me fucking goosebumps.
I will always reblog this.
:( you guys please help spread the word about my dear friend.
lets be kind and get this around, please. I hope she is found safely soon.
dont you love that feeling where you and your best friend are just with each other laughing so hard at something so simple and you can’t breathe and its just feels like the whole world just goes in slow motion and you just feel pure happiness and you just are so full of brightness and everything is funny and you feel like everything is going to be okay and anything is possible
if you date someone who is sad and expect them to instantly be happy because you date them and get frustrated by how “boring” they are for always being unhappy then you need to take a trip down fuck off lane
If I was capable of being on my own for five fucking minutes that’d be great.
So this kinda links to a post I re blogged a few days ago but…
You can’t judge someones psychological state from their blog. Most of us AREN’T medical professionals. Someone important to me once told me I wasn’t depressed and that I didn’t need antidepressants so, stupidly, I didn’t take those prescribed to me. In the following months I got much worse and I thought about killing myself a lot. I got very close once or twice and if I didn’t have some of the nicest people in the world in my life I might be in hospital or no longer here. What I mean is you can’t know someone as well as they know themselves. And you can’t know as well as a doctor or a psychologist what psychological dispositions they have. What I’m asking for is sensitivity and understanding. There are certain behaviors we dismiss as attention seeking (especially here in internet land) but we can’t know if someone is sincere when they say they don’t want to live, even if they are ‘attention seeking’ the anonymity the internet offers means we don’t know if they get attention from those they care about. Wanting attention is a perfectly human desire. We like to feel loved and important. Especially when we feel most vulnerable. So what I’m saying is if you disagree with someones blog when they post about something like this to maybe cut a little slack and keep your thoughts to yourself. You do a lot more harm than good by judging someone you don’t know.
Streaming with Ryry again soon
http://www.twitch.tv/ryzo_the_beast
Me and Ryry Streaming Leauge
why is “fuck you” an insult like hell yea fuck me fuck me hard
“There’s no honorable way to kill, no gentle way to destroy. There is nothing good in war. Except its ending.”
– Gene Roddenberry (1969) - “The Savage Curtain” (via samsaranmusing)
tw self harm
I’m sorry for posting this, it’s just I always see pictures on here of girls with flowers drawn around their cuts or pictures of blood in the shape of hearts or people rebloging pictures of scars and saying “I don’t support self harm but for some reason this looks really beautiful” and it really fucking annoys me
self harm is a real problem faced by real people, you may not be meaning to but posts like those mentioned glamorise it and trivialise it and its just not right.
pictures. of. cuts/scars. are. not. cute.
I have to say I completely disagree. My boyfriend says he thinks my scars are beautiful, and lately I have started to look at them as marks of survival not weakness. Yes self harm is sad but often the people who self harm (at least this I have experienced) are the sweetest and most beautiful inside and out. By posting stuff like this you are isolating those who wish to have a positive outlook on their struggles. I often used to doodle on the area I cut with flowers and hearts and happy things when I wanted to cut. Those pictures could easily display someones struggle and restraint. As for ‘romanticizing self harm’ this website romanticizes most aspects of life. What is really sad is that people are getting upset with others when we should be showing every kindness and tolerance to help. You don’t know how badly someone can be struggling just through their blog, you can never be sure what they have and haven’t been through. If anyone ever needs to talk my ask is open.
“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.”
– Juliette Lewis (via sugarsickness)
