I am happy when I eat fresh fruit, when I burst out laughing, when I discover a new song, when I finish a good book, when I wake up and feel relaxed. I’m glad to have friends, family, a home, food when I’m hungry, hot water when I shower. I love being able to live and see the seasons change, to have gifts at Christmas and at my birthday, to travel sometimes, to have a good education and a great access to culture. I’m flattered when people compliment me, when people smile at me, when people are polite to me. There are so many things that make life so simple and easy and I will always think about them more than all the bad things that will happen to me. I do not have time to be sad every day and ungrateful; I have every reason in the world to be happy.
dating me means dating my anxiety and my random spouts of depression it means dating my panic attacks at 11pm or 2 am or 5am or anytime of the day for that matter it means dating my mood swings where i get really upset over everything about me and all my insecurities and how i’m not good enough because i’m never good enough
Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit.
nOPE. NOT TONIGHT.
Do you see these two guys? These two are pictures of my friends Gavin and Nick.
If you look close enough you can see someone’s face behind Nick in the closet. Can you see it? This photo was taken the night they were killed. My friends were just having a sleepover because Nick came back from New York because he was on vacation with his family. The next morning Gavin’s sister found him and Nick’s body in the closet exactly where the face was. The police have no idea how they were killed or who killed them.
If you don’t reblog this within 10 minutes, the thing that killed Gavin and Nick will appear in your closet in exactly 227 minutes and slaughter you like what it did to my friends.
This is not fake.
Oh fluff, this was on the news today.
son of a…
i saw taht n i was like OH SHIT…. i almost fainted
LOL I just want to reblog cause that’s a legit scary picture. Not cause of the warning.
OHHH MY FUCKING GAWDDDDD!!!!!! I WAS LIKE… YEA THIS IS JUST ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE BULL SHIT POST…. SO I TRY TO LOOK FOR THE FACE BEHIND THE CLOSET. AND THEN I FOUND IT. OH SHIT
FUCKING SCARY SHIT ASDFAJSDLK DX
im sorry guys im not taking any chances D;
OKAY DIRECTIONERS I KNOW THIS IS NOT A ONE DIRECTION POST BUT I AM ACTUALLY SCARED FOR MY LIFE… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
holy shit what I’m sorry but holy shit
guys it looks like a mix between chucky and a vampire i’m not reblogging for the warning i just wanted to share that with you
why am i doing thissorry everyone, I am superstitious and enjoy not being slaughtered
not about to be massacred tonight.
i use to see a therapist and psychiatrist and stopped going because my therapist told me i wasnt trying to get better. i stopped taking pills and didnt see anyone after that, but i still got better on my own
THAT THEY’RE NOT TRYING
BECAUSE HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW IF THEY’RE TRYING OR NOT
JUST BECAUSE IT DOESN’T LIVE UP TO YOUR STANDARDS DOESN’T MEAN THEY’RE NOT TRYING
Who did that to you? Who fucked you up so bad, emotionally and mentally that you’ve completely shut down anyone who tries to help you. You don’t talk about your feelings, you push kind people away, and you let negative people in. You refuse to open up and let someone love or care about you. Who fucking did that to you?
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.
"you’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness"