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friendly reminder to take care of yourself, you deserve proper self-care and it’s very important to do so even when it gets hard
indie music rejuvenates my soul 🌿👽🚬
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It’s scary to live in a world where so many people are detached and have no empathy
(via deadsensescompany)
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I am so tired of this generations mentality of what is ‘cool’ and 'hot’ and 'attractive’. The kids living in the world right now are so hung up on the idea that being heartless and cold and empty makes them appealing. These kids lock their hearts up behind bars and smoke laced marijuana and stay up until 2 am writing on their blogs about how shitty the world is. Well I say fuck that. Fuck pretending that you don’t care, fuck cheating on your boyfriend or girlfriend because you simply 'don’t give a shit’, fuck letting people go just because they might break your heart. There is nothing attractive about a stone cold soul who believes that the world is doomed and that they’re destined to fail. I need someone with passion. Someone with bright eyes and endless hope and a heart that has been broken a thousand times but they’re okay. I need someone who will hold onto me so tight, someone who will dance with me at midnight, and laugh so hard that we almost puke. We all go through shit in life, but that doesn’t mean we have to shut down and build up our walls. Put down your armor and let yourself live. Feel things entirely, be vulnerable, let your emotions consume you. Stop using your bones as a cage, set your heart free.
- stone cold // An Excerpt From A Book I’ll Never Write #32 (via thisvastlove)
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That’s how it starts. You notice the little things changing, the days seem longer, the nights seem quieter, you’re having more bad days then usual. At first you just brush it off, you come up with excuses. Mercury is in retrograde, we entered a parallel universe, you’re pms-ing, the list goes on. But then when you’re out with all of your friends you notice that you didn’t laugh as hard as you usually do. And when the boy with the bright smile in your math class looks at you, you’re heart doesn’t skip a beat. You know something is changing. You know, but you pretend not to. Because you don’t want to admit that it’s happening to you. Not me, you think, I’m fine. You don’t want to admit that you’re not okay. That you feel like you’re drowning, and every time you come close to the surface you’re just pushed deeper. And so you get up in the morning, you get dressed, and you do everything you can to make sure everyone thinks you’re okay. You make sure no one knows that you stayed up until 2 am last night, staring at the ceiling. You make sure no one knows that you constantly wonder how many of the sleeping pills in the drawer on your nightstand you’d have to take for you to black out. And you keep covering every ounce of pain, of numbness, of loneliness with a smile because you couldn’t stand to be a burden to the people around you. And then when it becomes too much you write some stupid fucking poem like this hoping someone will finally realize that you’re not okay, and you haven’t been for a while.
- you don’t have to read in between the lines for this one. (via thisvastlove)
trust no one
i drank water that night. guzzled is more like it. i laughed until i thought for sure i would puke. you were the best company, being so kind as to bestow a gift upon me. one single red rose, which if i’m being honest was quite hackneyed, but cute nonetheless. we danced the night away. time flew, miraculously. that song i adore came on. we danced some more, and all would have been perfect had you not whipped out your handy dandy switchblade. destination: my heart. i fell, barely conscious. blood protruded from the wound. you laughed and scurried away. that was the day i learned to trust no one. people won’t hesitate to let you down.
twisted logic
the fact that mental illnesses take so many lives and continue to be stigmatized is mind blowing. a depressed individual contemplating suicide is not going to benefit from the phrase ‘kill yourself’ being thrown around like it’s nothing. some people need a good old fashioned dose of empathy. until something changes minorities are going to continue to feel alienated. encourage others!
smile because it happened
i hope you’re satisfied knowing i take a circuitous path home, strategically avoiding yours because it’s too painful. that encounter of ours bled me dry. i am numb, emotionless, and outcast. static occupies the entirety of my body. it clogs my mind, blinds my eyes, and deafens my ears. you have gutted me and buried my severed corpse with the same shovel. but i have to give you some credit. there’s no denying that you were my saving grace. before i met you i’d been drowning for what felt like an eternity, and you threw me a lifeline. you set a flame to my darkest days, and it’s a shame all fires must extinguish. i want to thank you not because you let me down, but because you’re the reason i’m alive today. our friendship did not last. maybe that’s for the best.