one day we’re gonna hear on the news about two guys from austin getting arrested for some dumb thing they did for a video and it’s going to be chris and aaron
Mama’s going in for her first chemo session in five months tomorrow. So if you could keep her in your thoughts tomorrow!!
treat yourself like kishibe rohan treats kishibe rohan
he stabbed himself in the hand and let his house burn down to prove his point
there’s a lot of weird shit on this site but have you ever seen a peeled lemon
Unfollow the depression blogs, the suicide blogs, the pro-eating disorder blogs. The blogs with bones and wounds, the blogs with black and white. You don’t need the crash diets, the thinspo, any voice telling you you’re not good enough. Not even the one inside your head. Let go.
The beautiful things in life don’t translate to shades of black and white. Stop writing and rewriting your suicide note. Everything you plan to say to people after your death could also be said while you’re still alive. Call people up for lunch. Say it face to face. Say sorry. Say thank you. Say I love you. And live to hear it said back to you.
The word “suicide” or “depression” in your URL does not tell me who you are. Your URL does not tell me what you love to do. You are more than the sadness. You are more than the bones that you’ve wanted so badly to show. You are more than your body measurements. You are more than your scars or your wounds. You are more than your tear stained pillow cases. Your sadness should not be your identity.
Stop searching up “cutting”, “suicide”, and “depression” when you’re feeling down. Search up things that will make you feel better not worse. Search up pictures of animals, good poetry, beautiful places you can escape to someday, art, music, plants, quotes.
When the world teaches you that it’s better to be apathetic and that you should hate, tell them that you’ve hated the world and yourself for far too long now.
Let go. Reach out. Ask for help. Because it’s time to try something different now. 4:43 p.m. (It’s time to let go of your sadness)