I wonder if the stars think we're beautiful too

screams: queued! xx

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screams:

queued! xx

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dropitlikeitshussie: f-a-n-t-a-s-t-i-c-p-l-a-n-e-t: fuck the...

Thu, 23 May 2013 20:00:03 +0930

dropitlikeitshussie:

f-a-n-t-a-s-t-i-c-p-l-a-n-e-t:

fuck the police if you know what i mean

okay so i don’t usually add stories to reblogs but i HAVE TO in this case

a couple years ago i was on a roadtrip with my family. i had to pee really bad so we pulled into a subway parking lot and i ran in, also to get cookies for us so i wouldn’t just be rudely using the bathroom and ditching. when i came out of the bathroom these three really hot police officers were sitting near the beginning of the line and another one was in the line in front of me. i am pretty easily intimidated by attractive people, so i just quietly stood in line behind him. once i was done i went to grab a couple of napkins and i didn’t want to pipe up that one of them was in my way so i awkwardly coughed to catch his attention. one of the guys sitting down kind of snickered at me and was like “he doesn’t bite you know” and the guy in the way TURNED AROUND AND WINKED AND MADE THIS FLIRTY GROWLING NOISE AT ME and i fucking SQUEAKED and apologized and walked out of there so quickly my face was so red

everybody-keeps-scoring: couldyoustaythistime: schizophrenic-ps...

Thu, 23 May 2013 19:28:56 +0930

everybody-keeps-scoring:

couldyoustaythistime:

schizophrenic-psychopath:

I know, just another scar picture. Some of you have seen the other picture, the night I did this. I don’t have a sweet recovery story for you, or a tale of love. I don’t even know if this has a happy ending.

But I can tell you that if you’re dead inside, you’re numb, the world’s full of dumbfucks and you’re too weak to off yourself with that hidden bottle of pills, slashing up and down your arms and legs is NOT the answer. Now you have cuts and burns and bruises to hide, scars to cover. That fear of sight. Sitting at night with your sleeves rolled up, rubbing anything into your skin so you can show your arms again. Hoping they’ll fade before you have to wear short sleeves, hoping that maybe, you won’t be judged and punished for your idea of survival.

I know the pain, the numbness, the wanting to scream until someone finally gets that you’re more than a little fucked up, that you’re fighting insanity with its own blade. Its own flame, its own fist. To dream of cuts, to be hurt and have your first thought be self harm. I know that, I get it, I understand. I know that sometimes all the people in the world could truly care and you’d still hurt yourself, because you have to. I know that it doesn’t just disappear one day, that it’s always a battle, a what if, a how.

I’ve stopped, for now. Probably around fifteen days “clean”, so to speak. I’ve stopped, because I look at my arms and thighs and see a shackle. I can’t live, I can’t even dress myself the way I want to. My favourite clothes, my workout outfits. Getting to know guys, and I can’t even pass kissing because I have dark, binding scars.

So I know you’re dying, you’re dead. Not physically, of course, but pretty close. Bleeding and bashing stirs your soul, triggers the adrenaline. Breaks the walls. But I beg you, each one of you forgotten lovelies, to punch pillows, to scream into blankets, to drive miles and miles blaring 90’s alternative rock or One Direction. Don’t self harm, not now, not ever. Life will hurt you enough without you having to hurt yourself. Don’t live with this fear and regret, don’t fall off the edge just yet.. It’s so terribly hard to “be strong” because it “gets better.” So try just a little bit, each day, distract yourself. And when you fail, not if, get back up. You might not be strong enough yet, but you will. We’ve fought hell, we’re living in hell. We’re the most kickass people in the world. Try again.

this is the only triggering picture I will ever post. only because of the caption. i love you. thank you.

Oh my god

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wotdafuck: soft grunge here†††

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wotdafuck:

soft grunge here†††

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desolve: where’s this from?

Wed, 22 May 2013 23:03:00 +0930

desolve:

where’s this from?

blueasterisk: terracina, caldo by jukka_re on Flickr.

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:38:38 +0930

blueasterisk:

terracina, caldo by jukka_re on Flickr.

flexation: Still my fucking fav

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:38:24 +0930

flexation:

Still my fucking fav

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slenclerman: just because i hate me doesnt mean you can

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:12:22 +0930

slenclerman:

just because i hate me doesnt mean you can

figmentdotcom: sketchmedesire: A sixth grader’s advice to...

Wed, 22 May 2013 22:11:17 +0930

figmentdotcom:

sketchmedesire:

A sixth grader’s advice to future sixth graders.

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Damn, kid. You speak truth.

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