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Check out my profile on Wattpad, I'm H. J. Mitchell https://www.wattpad.com/hjmitchell?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_profile Writing just happens to be the one thing that is keeping me from completely losing what is left of my sanity.
The brain is an organ. Mental illnesses are illnesses of that organ. Brain scans show that there is a physical difference between a healthy brain and a sick brain. Telling someone “You’re not really sick. It’s all in your head.” is like telling someone with asthma “It’s not real, it’s all in your lungs.” The brain is an organ that can malfunction as much as any other organ.
PLEASE READ THIS OVER AND OVER AND OVER
a toast to the boy who killed a part of me // Haley Hendrick (via haleyincarnate)
if anyone is doubting their mental illness and how much it really impacts them, in the global burden of disease chart that weighs the burden of different illnesses and injuries, a moderate depressive episode (which can last weeks to months) is rated above physical disabilities such as rheumatoid arthritis and migraines, and a severe depressive episode (which can last years) is rated one of the highest, below only heart disease, stroke, and back injuries, especially amongst people aged 10-29. your mental illness is real and you are valid. please don’t discount your disabilities. you aren’t imagining any of it and you aren’t exaggerating how it affects you. every disability affects your life, physical or mental.
I deserve to be loved by someone who accepts all of my flaws.
-hjmitchell
e.s. (via psych-facts)
sending “I hope you get that job” vibes to the people out here tryna get jobs
reblogging for yall bc the shit worked for me lol
Karma will pop me if I don’t
[it wasn’t requested but here you guys go xx]
its being with him that gave ‘actions speak louder than words’ a real meaning to me. he tries hard, but i know its a struggle for him to express how he feels to me. but i know he tries. i can tell. its when he huffs and rolls his eyes at my jokes that i know.
its how he holds me close to him when we’re at a table with his friends. how his hand rests atop of my my thigh, while his thumb strokes my skin, sometimes bare and other times through the material of what i’m wearing. sometimes his hand will skid down my leg until he’s touching my skin again, because he can’t let my skirt stop him from feeling my skin under his fingertips.
its how he always needs to be touching me, like to make sure i’m still by his side. if its not a hand on my thigh, its around my waist or holding my own hand, our fingers intertwined.
he loves hugs, or hugging me i guess. he really loves that. i think he enjoys way too much the fact that i’m shorter than him. he’ll kiss my forehead before resting his chin on top of my head as we wraps his arms around me. he’ll hold me for God knows how long and when he pulls back, he’ll be fighting really hard to hold back the huge smile that’s trying to break out because he always feels better after hugging me. he’ll hug me when he’s frustrated because of school. when he’s sad his hugs are really long. i know he won’t want to talk for a while, or at all. he’ll just want to hold me until he doesn’t feel as bad.
its the smile he smiles back after i laugh at something he says, even if i’m making fun of him.
its the way he kisses me. his lips are almost always chapped but that doesn’t stop him from making my head spin with his kisses.
its how he holds my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks when we kiss softly. his soft kisses are the best, he’s always so gentle but still sensual at the same time (when needed).
its how he grips my hips when we’re making out. he’ll hold me tightly, his hands will make their way down my body, stopping at my ass to give it a firm, hard squeeze before doing the same to my thighs. then he’ll stop being rough and it’ll just be slow and tender caresses on my skin. he’s not much of a tongue guy when it comes to making out, but fuck, he knows how to use it.
its how his lips will move down my neck at an agonizingly slow pace. biting, kissing, sucking at the skin, bruising it just enough for it to be noticeable, but not enough for me to have to cover it up.
its how he’ll hold me when we’re alone, in bed, making sure he’s touching my skin. whether it be by tracing my patterns up and dow my back, along my hips, down my thighs.
its how he’ll burry his head in my neck after i’ve taken a shower. he’ll breathe in and out, his warm breath tickling my neck. i’ll squirm in his arms and tell him it tickles. he’ll laugh and blow on my skin, holding me tighter as he does so. then he’ll be kissing me neck, soft, wet kisses across my skin, still tender from the scolding hot water of my shower.
its how we don’t need to talk for hours when we’re together. he just needs to be holding me, touching me.
“what are you doing to me, princess?” he’ll whisper as he kisses up my neck, bruising the skin right below my jaw. he’ll then trail kisses along my jawline before finally reaching my lips. upon which he’ll plant a thousand soft kisses before pulling back and looking into my eyes.
“hmm” he’ll mumble again. “you’ll be the death of me.”
its then i know how much he loves me.
You can do it.
You won’T bing.
You’ll reach your goal weight.
You won’t touch that junk food.
You’ll lose weight.
You’ll be happy.
You’ll get that thigh gap.
Your collarbones, hip bones and rib cage will be visible.
You can workout.
YOU’LL GET SKINNY!
- Go for a walk
- Paint your nails
- Tidy/clean
- Rearrange/ re-organise your room
- Have some tea
- Watch TV
- Take up a hobby
- Listen to music
- Write a blog ( this will also keep you motivated)
- Learn to play an instrument
- Have sex ( it also burns calories)
- Workout/ go to the gym/ swimming
- Dance like crazy to your favourite music
- Get arty and make something (DIY/ Crafts)
- Read a good book
- Take a shower/ bath
- dye/ restyle your hair
- Play X-Box or computer games
- Go through your clothes and throw out any that are too big ( this will encourage you to keep dieting)
Well, I guess I've never really posted anything on here...but hey, there is a first time for everything...right?
Please dont make the same mistake i did and imagine you and your crush in sweatpants and sweatshirts/sweaters and fuzzy socks dancing to Can I Have This Dance from High School Musical in the late afternoon on a cold, rainy day with messy hair and truly happy smiles on your faces
My life at the moment
Just imagine your crush…
liking you back…
