(Source: weheartit.com, via skylarhan)


homos3xuw3ll:

fatandfabulousmermaid:

One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.

I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

THIS FUCKED ME UP

FUCK IT ALL

(Source: linseymorris, via this--too--shall--pass)



depression-take-me-away:

suicidal-monsterr:

•Depression/Advice Blog•

B&w sad blog *trigger warning*

depression-take-me-away:

suicidal-monsterr:

•Depression/Advice Blog•

B&w sad blog *trigger warning*

(Source: k-darlll, via suicide-is-my-father)



jacksgap:

Ghostly reflections out of the plane window.

jacksgap:

Ghostly reflections out of the plane window.


hisandherquotes:

everything you love is here

hisandherquotes:

everything you love is here

(via wonderfulsenses)


so-personal:

everything personal

so-personal:

everything personal

(via c-isnenegro)


unamusedsloth:

Are we bad people for laughing at the mishaps of kids?

(via death-by-lulz)





I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.
Simone de Beauvoir (via insanity-and-vanity)

(Source: onlycolorsmakesense, via insanity-and-vanity)



sportbob:

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