MythicalSuicide

Notes to Thirteen Year Old Girls

stardustfaeries:

When your best friend tells you all she had for breakfast
Was a packet of Splenda and a Diet Coke,
And she tells you that she’ll stop after she loses five more pounds,
Do not believe her.
Tell her mother.
It does not matter how angry your friend gets.
The pain of that will always be preferable to the pain
Of seeing your best friend in four years
Weighing as much as she does now
Half-dead in the hospital.

When your father sneaks into your bed in the dead of the night,
And he tells you that this is how fathers love their daughters,
Do not believe him.
Tell your English teacher.
She will have read millions of stories of girls like you.
There is a one in six chance that she will be a girl like you.
There is a five in six chance that she will know what to say to you.
There is a six in six chance that she will help you.

When your veins whisper to you in the moonlight
And say that there are so many nightmares inside you
That could be free
If you would just open your arms,
Do not believe them.
Tell your school’s guidance counselor,
No matter how scared you are
Because whispers are liars,
And opening your arms will only open the passage
For more nightmares to climb in.

And when the therapists say that you are better,
Totally better,
And you don’t need to worry about the sadness again,
Do not believe them.
Always be cautious, because sadness has a way
Of sneaking up on you
When you’re not looking.
Be careful.
Be careful.

(via toxiqwasteland)

matagpo:

Do not let them consume you. They don’t define who you are.

(via cut-and-puff)

sinisterscientist:

sinisterscientist:

Bob Ross would have fucking LOVED minecraft

Its your world where you can do anything you want. You can put anything you want in it. You can put the happy little trees anywhere

(via mysticspectrum)

ssshitsssandgigglesss47:

“You did not love me, You just loved the fact that I was here for you. You loved the attention I gave you, You loved the fact that I would drop anything for you. You did not love me, but god, I loved you.”

— (via like-dissolves-like)

(Source: memoriesrecollected, via ssshitsssandgigglesss47)

charlie-carmichael:

              Love the booty   

          Grab the booty

         Hold the booty 

      Desire the booty

    Fight for the booty

                 Bite the booty

                         Touch the booty

                                  Care for the booty                                

                                       Worship the booty

                                         Squeeze the booty

                                        Believe in the booty

                                      Embrace the booty

                                   Respect the booty

                            Protect the booty

                        Spank the booty

                           Hug the booty                

(via ourpsychoticyouth)

iwill-alwayswant-you:

“How beautiful is it that someone could make your heart beat so fast when you don’t want it to beat at all.”

— Ocg (via heavyeyesignite)

(via iwill-alwayswant-you)

(via arhavanna)

genderfluid-cutie-pie:

tripiam:

x3elizabeth:

requiredchaos:

stevensweatshirt:

relitseleirda:

jellyphile:

cas-hellodean:

poeticdarkbeauty:

youngblackandvegan:

and that’s why you don’t go around fixing people

and that’s why you don’t give up pieces of yourself to make someone else whole

We do this more than we think. Sometimes we reject those who have helped us the most. Other times, we help those who allow their egos to hide their humilities.

someONE FUCKING MAKE THAT TEDDY BEAR HAPPY BEFORE I CHOKE BECAUSE I HAVE TEARS BRIMMING MY EYES HELP ME

it may take time but there is someone waiting to hold your hand

My tears

I’ve reblogged this already but I love it.

The first time I blogged this he was broken and alone. Now he has love :’)

It got better

(via genderfluid-cutie-pie-deactivat)