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dont-count-your-owls: purifyed: longweeknd: mi-fanno-bella: h...

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 16:47:21 -0400

purifyed:

longweeknd:

mi-fanno-bella:

helpmefixmyself:

I actually liked this poem of mine. No one else did, but I’m posting it again because I’m actually proud of this one ok.

i love this

this is really good wow

this is absolutely my favorite poem that i’ve ever read just .. wow

*Ashamedly reads own poetry* *Cries*

I love this!!

k-i-s-s-e-s-s: This was written by a little 6 year old girl....

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 16:45:14 -0400

k-i-s-s-e-s-s:

This was written by a little 6 year old girl. I babysit her and her two sisters - Rebecca and Mia, and before they go to bed they all sit down and write little prayers to God.

This was the one that Hollie wrote last time, and it absolutely broke my heart. I mean, she’s six years old and she thinks she’s not beautiful. That’s not right. But she is beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. She’s got golden blonde hair, bright green eyes and a smile so beautiful that you melt a little inside when you see it.

When their mum got home, I showed her Hollie’s prayer, and she was devestated. She’s a nurse so she’s seen a lot of horrible things, but I have never seen her like that. And so I had to do something.

If you’re reading this, and if you have the slightest bit of a heart, please reblog this, so that I can prove to Hollie that she is beautiful, and that she is so special, and that God made her exactly the way she is because He knows that He made her perfect. Please give this beautiful little girl the confidence she deserves.

this made me cry. i don’t really care that i’m a strict 1d blog. everyone needs to reblog.

respect.

No six year old should feel that way:/

hey—em: This is the cutest thing ever :3

Wed, 02 Jan 2013 22:28:50 -0500

hey—em:

This is the cutest thing ever :3

"I’d rather be a kid and play whit paper planes than be a man and play whit a womans heart"

Wed, 02 Jan 2013 13:27:14 -0500

“I’d rather be a kid and play whit paper planes than be a man and play whit a womans heart”

- Niall Horan (via hey—em)

oneway-towonderland: twistedtorture: if you follow the...

Mon, 31 Dec 2012 10:16:21 -0500

oneway-towonderland:

twistedtorture:

if you follow the paintbrush with your eyes while not moving your head, it forces you to use emdr which is a therapeutic technique to calm anxiety/panic. watching fish swim causes the same effect.

I don’t have a favorite post on Tumblr, I don’t have things that I ‘always’ reblog.

But this is one thing I love seeing on my dash, I love having it on my blog, it really helps to calm me down and its amazing.

So soothing

Reblog if you'd stay up all night, just to talk someone out of suicide

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 15:25:58 -0500

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Wed, 26 Dec 2012 11:57:32 -0500

theslothwhatgoesonadventures: -barry: wearejohnlocked: mareeps: humans are very interesting...

Mon, 24 Dec 2012 16:54:35 -0500

theslothwhatgoesonadventures:

-barry:

wearejohnlocked:

mareeps:

humans are very interesting because no other creature has gone through years of evolution to be this stupid

sometimes a sloth’s metabolism can slow down so much it can starve to death with a full stomach

sloths often mistake their own arm for a branch and fall to their deaths

they also risk their lives climbing down to the dangeous jungle floor purely to poop

what can you do, y’know?

is-love-forever: omg, this is me. i’ve just noticed how alone i...

Sat, 22 Dec 2012 21:22:58 -0500

is-love-forever:

omg, this is me. i’ve just noticed how alone i am

jacoblasher: w-i-l-d-ocean: worldly-escapist: su-ic-id-al: fu...

Wed, 19 Dec 2012 17:05:02 -0500

jacoblasher:

w-i-l-d-ocean:

worldly-escapist:

su-ic-id-al:

fuckitwereyoungg:

w-i-l-d-ocean:

You’re sitting at your desk, and you know it’s time to go. You’ve said that to yourself over a million times, but this time you know, for sure, is real. You’re tired… you’re just so very tired. You’re parents pissed you off, like school wasn’t bad enough today. You go to get the rope, or the knife, or the gun or whatever you choose to use because you’re that desperate to leave. You’re ready. You think of it as some game… the first one dead is the one who wins. No ones home, it’s the perfect time. You’re ready. If you don’t do it now, you’re gonna look down on yourself even more, forever. You’re going to hate yourself even more. No one knows, no one will know… until later on. Instead of getting a paper and a pen, you get the video camera, along with a chair. You’re standing on the chair. You decided to go with the rope… you’re gone instantly and there will be no noise. One side of the rope is tied to the top of your fan, while the other is already around your neck. You’re in tears, you know it’s for real this time. You can feel it. You turn on the video camera and just stare at the red light blinking upon your eyes. You start to mumble out a few words. “Mom and dad, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m sorry, but I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I’ve lost myself and I seem to not find my way back. Please don’t blame yourself, please. I love you both, please tell my siblings the same. Stay strong, and stay save. I’ll see you all soon.” You say sorry to your best friend because you know you won’t be there for him anymore especially when he needs you more than ever. You say sorry to everyone you could think of… even yourself. You’re sorry for not being strong anymore. You’re sorry for breaking down. You’re sorry for putting them through so much pain in their life. You stare, once again, at the red light blinking upon your eyes. One foot is off the chair now as you begin to mouth the word goodbye. You have the remote control to turn off the camera in your right hand. Your pointer finger on the off button already. You clicked that button and as soon as you see that light go off, you go off. Both feet are now off the chair… the chair is on the floor… the room is filled with silence. You’re dead. You’re gone. There is no going back. Everything is over. You don’t have to live in pain anymore… but everyone else will. What are your parents going to think? What about your little brother, or little sister? What are they going to do? You’re gone. You’re dead. There is no going back. You ended your life because the person of your dreams only likes you asa friend. You ended your life because that one teacher was harder on you than anyone else in the class because she knew you’re the only one that is going somewhere in life. Your parents are home now. They call your name telling you their home, just like they normally do whenever they get home…. but something’s different. You don’t answer. They don’t hear your voice. They get worried… you always answer. They come upstairs thinking your sleeping or showering. Your mom opens your bedroom door and screams at the top of her lungs. She instantly passes out. Now your little sister comes up after her. She screams “DADDY HELP!!!!” She runs over to you hitting your leg begging you to wake up. “WAKE UP, WAKE UP. PLEASE STOP WAKE UP”. But you don’t answer, you’re not waking up. You’re gone. You’re dead. There is no waking up. Theres no going back. Your dad comes running upstairs and all he could do is stare. He watches his baby girl swing back and forth on a rope. He sees the video camera and he sees the chair. But he doesn’t move. He’s stiff as a board. He cries…. Your dad NEVER cries. He picks up the phone and calls 911. He can barely get the words “My daughter committed suicide” out of his mouth. He’s in tears. Your little sister stares at your dad. Your dad hangs up and your little sister jumps into your daddy’s arms, crying harder than ever. She’s too young to understand completely, but she knows you’re gone. She knows you’re dead. There is no going back. Everything is over. The cops finally arrive. They push your dad and sister out of your room and sit them in the living room. They take your body down off those ropes and lay you on the stretcher. They cover your body and out you go… just like that. You’re gone. You’re dead. There’s no going back. Nothing is the same. Two weeks have passed and your mom still stares out the window more than half of the day. Your little sister still hasn’t returned to school. Your dad is forced to go to work so he can pay all the bills for your wake and funeral. Eventually, they found to strength to go into your room. Your door hasn’t been open for months. The rope is still laying on the floor and the video camera is still sitting on the table. They don’t even dare to watch the video, it will never be seen. They slowly pick up the rope and throw it in the garbage. Chills run up their spine, your mom basically in tears. They brush off your bed, making it neat… like they used to do every morning after you went to school. Your bed was made and your room was clean. They shut the door, and it remained shut. Your school is still in distress. You thought no one cared and you thought no one noticed you. The girl that said no to being your lab partner, yeah she cuts every single night now because she thinks it’s her fault you died. The boy that tripped you by accident and didn’t say sorry, yeah he’s in suicidal therapy 5 days a week in a hospital because he feels a smile could of saved your life and he didn’t give that to you. The teacher that was hard on you that day, she quit her job because she felt she wasn’t suited to teach anymore. You’re gone. You’re dead. There’s no going back. 4 years have passed. Your little sister is now 15 years old. She started a club in her school dedicated to you. “Secrets” is what he calls it. The club is formed for kids to speak their hearts, without anyone judging them. They can say anything they want to, and talk about anything they needed to. If they were suicidal, they always had someone. That was your problem. You didn’t want to talk to anyone. You had everything bottled up inside of you. You acted as if you were the happiest kid on the planet and you had the perfect life. You played that character so well that even you started to believe it. You would be so “happy” and as soon as you layed in bed at night, the thoughts came back. A little fight between you and your parents could have set you off. But with everything inside of you bottled up for years, it hit your limits. You’re gone. You’re dead. There’s no going back. Your room will never be occupied. Your mom still cries every single night. Your dad isn’t as strong as he used to be. Your little sister will never grow up with you by her side moving her in the right direction. Your best friend is still torn up. Your school now has a club dedicated to you so teens will not make the same mistake you did. Your life was precious and you took it away in the blink of an eye. All you needed was a smile, that’s all you needed. But since you’re gone, just know people cared. People always have cared. You were just way too upset to see that. You were just too caught up in the fact that you thought no one cared… when the truth was, more people cared about you that you ever thought they would. Your town will never be the same. A girl is gone, a special girl who thought no one cared. Everyone cared. I promise you. They care, they always have cared. We loved you, and no matter what, we will still always love you. Reblog this if you are against suicide.

Lifeline: 13 11 14
Depression Hotline: 1-630-482-9696
Suicide Hotline: 1-800-784-8433
LifeLine: 1-800-273-8255
Trevor Project: 1-866-488-7386
Sexuality Support: 1-800-246-7743
Eating Disorders Hotline: 1-847-831-3438
Rape and Sexual Assault: 1-800-656-4673
Grief Support: 1-650-321-5272
Runaway: 1-800-843-5200, 1-800-843-5678, 1-800-621-4000
Exhale; After Abortion Hotline/Pro-Voice: 1-866-439–4253

Omg I cant even. Please listen to this. Pass it on, it could save a life. <3

Oh my god.

I listened to this in sunday school today. I litterally moved to the back of the room and sat on th efloor and cried with my friend

Please reblog this. You don’t know how important it is to me to get this out there.

I cried so hard.

"My love, let your day be filled with smiles and laughs. Doth not let the words of the wicked bring..."

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 15:42:08 -0500

“My love, let your day be filled with smiles and laughs. Doth not let the words of the wicked bring you down and steal your cheer. Adore your smile, touch, laugh I do. To the time I die I shall mend the wounds of your fears and your betrayers.”

- My other half

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Sat, 10 Nov 2012 11:13:15 -0500

The demons inside

Sat, 03 Nov 2012 00:22:07 -0400

Do you ever feel like your the misfit of your friends? The ones you are supposed to feel belonging in. But you don’t, you feel left out of the crowd. Do feel like you are in a crowded room but still feel alone? Ever feel like you are screaming for help but the world is deaf to you? Even when you tell someone that you would rather die than drag through every day as a depressed slug of a human. But do their step aside from their life one second to save yours? Nope! Of course not because everyone is fooled by my fake smile and happy appearance they don’t stop and see what’s just underneath that. The depressed suicidal girl with no hope of future plans. Just that maybe she will find happiness before she takes her depression too far. No one can tell just how close you are to breaking because you push everyone far enough away so you can hide your problems. Wishing someone would say hey I know how that feels and I love you and I will protect from your demons.
#depressing #nohope #suicide

Parents: omg you still here you never do anything good why don't you try and be useful.

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 22:42:06 -0400

Parents: omg you still here you never do anything good why don't you try and be useful.
School: you're dumb and have no future, sorry.
Mirror: Eew please that's horrible, look for a plastic surgeon.
Cellphone: why in the hell do you check for new texts? Who the fuck would ever contact you?
Facebook: friends requests? New messages? Wait you really expect to have notifications? Lol
Friends: why you always depressed its not even funny to spend time with you.
Period: brace for impact sis, Quentin Tarantino style in 3, 2...
Blade: use me use me use me come on dont try to resist, I'll make you feel good and alive
Music: hey sweetheart, here you are. You okay? Shh don't worry, everything's gonna get better. You are special but not alone and never stop fighting and hoping cause someday it won't hurt anymore, just chill now, put your headphones and let me show you beauty and love and give you chills and make you feel wonderful, just listen to me..

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Thu, 01 Nov 2012 20:19:35 -0400

No one likes a girl who cuts herself and hates her life #depression #selfpitty #cutting

Mon, 29 Oct 2012 21:54:13 -0400

No one likes a girl who cuts herself and hates her life
#depression #selfpitty #cutting

#depression #selfhate

Mon, 29 Oct 2012 21:36:57 -0400

#depression #selfhate

pitchfork: Watch Nicki Minaj’s insane, murderous new video for...

Thu, 18 Oct 2012 18:06:44 -0400

pitchfork:

Watch Nicki Minaj’s insane, murderous new video for “The Boys”, featuring Cassie.

#exboyfriends #leftovers

Sat, 29 Sep 2012 13:07:51 -0400

#exboyfriends #leftovers