its always darkest before the dawn
its always darkest before the dawn
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You lie when you’re a teenager, I think, because your parents are treating you like you’re younger and you - in your mind - think that you’re so much older. You make up all of these lies because you think it’s what you should do.

You lie when you’re a teenager, I think, because your parents are treating you like you’re younger and you - in your mind - think that you’re so much older. You make up all of these lies because you think it’s what you should do.

You lie when you’re a teenager, I think, because your parents are treating you like you’re younger and you - in your mind - think that you’re so much older. You make up all of these lies because you think it’s what you should do.

You lie when you’re a teenager, I think, because your parents are treating you like you’re younger and you - in your mind - think that you’re so much older. You make up all of these lies because you think it’s what you should do.
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theawesomeadventurer:

it’s tail is a little nubbin!!!!!!!!!!
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mujertropical:

donnaluna:

oliviatheelf:

too-kawaii-to-die:

I don’t care what kind of blog I have I will blog this no matter what.

"Craving sensation: feeling unreal" was such a huge part of the beginning of my relapse. I was convinced that people in front of me didn’t even exist and I kept touching things and trying to feel sensation. I’m reblogging because I know that that was so horrifying for me and I never want anyone else to go through it. 

Just in case this can help someone. Some suggestions also seem harmful (eating a hot pepper really hurts!!!) but steps to feeling better and not self harming is most important. Sending you love and light

STOP SCROLLING! Please reblog this vitally important information because at least one of your followers is self-harming. Thank you!
mujertropical:

donnaluna:

oliviatheelf:

too-kawaii-to-die:

I don’t care what kind of blog I have I will blog this no matter what.

"Craving sensation: feeling unreal" was such a huge part of the beginning of my relapse. I was convinced that people in front of me didn’t even exist and I kept touching things and trying to feel sensation. I’m reblogging because I know that that was so horrifying for me and I never want anyone else to go through it. 

Just in case this can help someone. Some suggestions also seem harmful (eating a hot pepper really hurts!!!) but steps to feeling better and not self harming is most important. Sending you love and light

STOP SCROLLING! Please reblog this vitally important information because at least one of your followers is self-harming. Thank you!
mujertropical:

donnaluna:

oliviatheelf:

too-kawaii-to-die:

I don’t care what kind of blog I have I will blog this no matter what.

"Craving sensation: feeling unreal" was such a huge part of the beginning of my relapse. I was convinced that people in front of me didn’t even exist and I kept touching things and trying to feel sensation. I’m reblogging because I know that that was so horrifying for me and I never want anyone else to go through it. 

Just in case this can help someone. Some suggestions also seem harmful (eating a hot pepper really hurts!!!) but steps to feeling better and not self harming is most important. Sending you love and light

STOP SCROLLING! Please reblog this vitally important information because at least one of your followers is self-harming. Thank you!
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"One day she’ll run free too.." a caroline forbes fanmix
{a fanmix about caroline forbes,the girl that grew up too fast,the girl that stays strong when everything crushes down around her,the girl that despite all her heartbreaks keeps hoping for a happy ending,the girl that just wants to be free and to be loved.}
1.Skyscraper - Demi Lovato/2.Titanium - Madilyn Bailey (Sia Cover)/3.Warrior - Demi Lovato/4.Little Me - Little Mix/5.Beautiful Disaster - Jon McLaughlin/6.Wild Horses - Natasha Bedingfield/7.Paradise - Gavin Mikhail (Coldplay Cover)/8.Begin Again - Rachel Platten/9.Human - Christina Perri/10.Teen Idle - Marina and the Diamonds/11.Youth - Daughter
{listen}
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"People make time for those who matter to them. They text, answer messages, and call those people. If they tell you repeatedly they’re just too busy then decide how much you really mean to them."
OCC (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
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spreadyourwiings:

socially-inactive:

pyroluminescence:

I’M

I LOVE YOU KAREN

Dying
spreadyourwiings:

socially-inactive:

pyroluminescence:

I’M

I LOVE YOU KAREN

Dying
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"

This is not meant to be a sob story.
This is a poem to make you understand.

In the past year alone,
I have attempted suicide 4 times.
In the past year,
the police have come to my house 2 times.
In the past year I ran out of resources
and had to check myself into a treatment center.

In the treatment center,
there was a girl who had
welts on her arm deeper than mine.
It looked like she had
punched her fist through
a glass window
the way life had punched
the life out of her.

In the treatment center
there was a girl who had hallucinations
about a man standing in the corner
that terrified her so much
that she couldn’t stand still.

In the year before the last one,
I had two suicide attempts.
I was checked into an ER for my overdose
then a psychiatric hospital.

This is a poem about all the people
who have been bounced back to a hospital
every time they thought they got their life back together
only to let their mental illness catch them off guard again.

This is a poem for all the people
who are so weak that they
cannot stand on their own.

This is a poem for the people
whose eating disorders are so strong
that they will refuse food
even when they weigh 70 pounds
and are forced by hospital staff
to be fed by a tube.

This is a poem for the people
who have more hospital bracelets
than they do friends.

This is a poem about
how I have to take 8 pills a day
to function somewhat normally.

This is a poem about how I had
to drop out of public school
because my mental illness
has interfered with my eating,
my breathing, my sleeping,
and my ability to live.

This is a poem about
how I cannot count the number of people
who have told me they wanted to die
on two hands.

This is a poem about the 400,000
emergency room visits
for self inflicted injury in 2001.

This is a poem for the 30,622 
people who committed suicide in 2001.

This is a poem for everybody with a mental illness
who is more scared of being judged
than they are of death.

This is a poem for everybody who
has wanted to bleed away their pain.
This is a poem for everyone
that wanted to disappear,
hoping that if they shot themselves,
if they crashed their car,
that if they jumped off the roof of a building,
that they might shatter.

This is a poem for everyone
who has tried to choke the pain
out of their life.
This is a poem for everyone who hoped
that an overdose would be a peaceful death.

This is a fuck you to every hallucination,
every manic episode, every depressive episode,
every flashback, every panic attack, every nightmare,
every suicide attempt, every hospital visit,
every purge, every laxative, every crash diet,
every single doctor that told you you were doing it for attention,
every single bully that didn’t know what they were driving you to,
every family member that ever looked at you like you were a freak,
everybody that ever told you to “get over it”,
everybody who told you that you were faking it.
Everybody who ever told you that it wasn’t a big deal.

Would you still be saying the same thing at our funerals?
Do us all a favor and tell us how beautiful
we “were” while we’re still alive.
How beautiful we are .

This is a poem for everyone who ever thought
the world would be better off without them.
This is poem for everyone who ever needed
somebody to just listen without judging.
This is a poem for everyone who just needs someone
to care or believe in them.

This is not meant to be a sad poem.
This is not a poem about overexaggeration.
It is a poem about reality.
It is a poem to finally make you understand.

We are more than statistics.
We are stories.

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This Is Not A Sad Poem (via angryasianfeminist)
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thefinalimage:

The Final Images of Lester Burnham
American Beauty | 1999 | Dir. Sam Mendes
"I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time…
For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars. And yellow leaves, from the maple trees that lined our streets. Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper. And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird. And Janie…
And Janie. And Carolyn.
I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me. But it’s hard to stay mad when there is so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid life.
You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.”
thefinalimage:

The Final Images of Lester Burnham
American Beauty | 1999 | Dir. Sam Mendes
"I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time…
For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars. And yellow leaves, from the maple trees that lined our streets. Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper. And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird. And Janie…
And Janie. And Carolyn.
I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me. But it’s hard to stay mad when there is so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid life.
You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.”
thefinalimage:

The Final Images of Lester Burnham
American Beauty | 1999 | Dir. Sam Mendes
"I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time…
For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars. And yellow leaves, from the maple trees that lined our streets. Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper. And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird. And Janie…
And Janie. And Carolyn.
I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me. But it’s hard to stay mad when there is so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid life.
You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.”
thefinalimage:

The Final Images of Lester Burnham
American Beauty | 1999 | Dir. Sam Mendes
"I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time…
For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars. And yellow leaves, from the maple trees that lined our streets. Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper. And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird. And Janie…
And Janie. And Carolyn.
I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me. But it’s hard to stay mad when there is so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid life.
You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.”
thefinalimage:

The Final Images of Lester Burnham
American Beauty | 1999 | Dir. Sam Mendes
"I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time…
For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars. And yellow leaves, from the maple trees that lined our streets. Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper. And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird. And Janie…
And Janie. And Carolyn.
I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me. But it’s hard to stay mad when there is so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid life.
You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.”
thefinalimage:

The Final Images of Lester Burnham
American Beauty | 1999 | Dir. Sam Mendes
"I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time…
For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars. And yellow leaves, from the maple trees that lined our streets. Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper. And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird. And Janie…
And Janie. And Carolyn.
I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me. But it’s hard to stay mad when there is so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid life.
You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.”
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riceisholy:

Note to self: crying doesn’t make you weak
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kellylewpham:

My anaconda don’t want none unless you got buns hun.