My best friend held me shaking in her arms as I begged her not to call 911, not to tell my parents. “I’ll be okay,” I promised through a trembling voice. To this day I still see shadows of the terrified expression she wore flash across her face whenever I seem anxious. When I slept over her house, she kept the medicine cabinet locked.

My mother had to pick up extra hours to afford my therapy. She came home each night with dark circles growing under her eyes like bruises. The only difference is that bruises eventually go away. When she brought me into work with her one night, all of her clients knew my name.

I met a boy who I shamelessly told all of my problems to. His back was breaking from the weight of my confessions and telling them to him didn’t even make it hurt any less. He’s in my gym class this year, and he only got a score of fourteen on the push up test. I think my heart stopped for a minute when he told the teacher it was because he has a bad back.

The people who love me tell me and when I stay silent they pretend it doesn’t hurt. I know it does because I know hurt. I’ve been hurt and I’ve hurt. Don’t you dare try to tell me I’m not a burden.

I’m finally figuring out how to keep it all inside (via lamebby)

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ladyantebellossom:

Republicans watching gay pride parade

^Most ignorant comment I have seen yet. We don’t still live in the 1960’s. Politics have changed so much in 50 years. Democrats and Republicans are all the same shit heads.

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Don’t tell me it’s just a phase, I’ve been sad for 3 fucking years. This isn’t just a phase

kitteningrayspaces:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

ohgodhesloose:

*boop* *bap*

"I TOUCH YOUR BUTT"
“WHAT NO”

This made me giggle far too much

kitteningrayspaces:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

ohgodhesloose:

*boop* *bap*

"I TOUCH YOUR BUTT"

WHAT NO

This made me giggle far too much

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mightyhealthyquest:

IT’S ALWAYS TEA TIME!

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say it with me now

emotional

abuse

is

still

abuse

do not fucking tell me someone with abusive parents “had it easy” just because the abuse wasn’t physical or sexual

just don’t

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I remember when I was younger and I wanted to be beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else.


peobably:

Remember when I hated myself. That isn’t fun. Nobody should hate themselves because it isn’t a way to live. Go outside and smell the roses and pick a dandelion and make a wish. There’s a lot of things to love out in this world, including yourself.

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sketchlock:

fuckyeahchandlerbing:

eatstarsnsparkle:

boazpriestly:

osointricate:

boazpriestly:

demonsanddragons:

darcywho:

harlotstarlet-queenofconeyisland:

chasexjackson:

THE GOLDEN RULE OF TUMBLR

my god, we’re all Ross.

Excuse you.

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So in conclusion, we are all the men of Friends, combined. 

Not just the men.

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Phoebe is basically a walking night blogger when she’s got a guitar.  Admit it.

In conclusion, we are the show Friends. 

we all need this on our blogs

This is the most beautiful post on all of Tumblr.

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Thank you. 

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1. Cut your hair every now and then. Fresh starts are always nicer than you think. Who needs split ends anyways.

2. Pick a song you really like. Listen to that song a lot. And I mean a lot. Dance around your room naked to that song, beat the song lifeless till it annoys the hell out of you. Then pick a new song and go through the same process. We all need to really hear music, we need to understand what the song we are listening to is really about.

3. Paint your toes black, make it as perfect as possible. Then, scratch it off. Remember nothing is permanent.

4. Go on a run with your dog. Try to race him and beat him. Realize you can out run many things. Then go back and pet your dog, realize that some things you need to go back for.

5. Decorate a plain backpack. Glue on sparkles, glitter, diamonds, newspaper and magazine clippings, lace & ribbon, anything else that may fancy you. Remember, you don’t have to be the same person you were a minute ago.

6. Buy some pretty lights and string them up in your room. Turn off all the lights except for one when you go to bed. Remember it isn’t always dark and lonely. Change your perspective.

7. Lay outside one night. Breathe in breathe out. Accept that you are only one person and cannot do everything at one time. You can take your time. The creator of the stars you’re looking up at did not do it all in one day. Pace yourself.

8. Get up every morning and stand in front of the mirror. Naked, fully clothed, backwards, upside down, who cares how, just do it. Observe yourself. Notice the wrinkles under your eyes from laughing a lot. Count your freckles. Admire your ass. Then name 3 things you love about yourself. You need to love yourself.

Tips from Blossite on how to be okay with yourself. (via blossite)

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