wheremythoughtsare:

Do not ground your child because you caught them putting a cigarette flame to their wrist.

Do not discipline your child because they have cuts on their thighs.

Do not threaten to put your child in a mental institution because their only escape is self-harm.

Do not teach your children that if they open up to you about the scars on their bodies, the only thing they will get in return is punishment.

bloodgetsthicker:

I SERIOUSLY WANT TO DO IT…

(Source: beautifully-broken-mistress)

Try to numb the pain
With alcohol and pills
But it won’t repair your trust
You can’t stand on two fucking feet
With a substance as a crutch

The Sadness Will Never End by Bring Me The Horizon (via what-am-i-waiting-for)

shingekinoheichoo:

okay guys i know next to nobody will reblog this but please

if a family member has ever made a “harmless” comment (what have you done to your hair/what the hell are you wearing/etc)  to you about your appearance and it hurt you, please reblog this, i need to show my mum and step dad the notes.

(Source: mikasajaegar)

I can never unlove you. I’ll just love you in a different way now.
Marco, Starting Over Again (via perfect)

(Source: daneataye)

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(Source: virgin-suicide-s)

Don’t you get it? I chose you, over anyone else. I always fucking choose you.
When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.
(via budddha)

(Source: onedirtydiamond)

Do you ever wish you had a second chance to meet someone for the first time?
Unknown (via stevenbong)

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my-fucked-upmind:

I’m sorry I have depression, I’m sorry I cry all of the time, I’m sorry I’m so negative, I’m sorry I’m not attractive, I’m sorry for being stupid, I’m sorry that I was born; I’m sorry I’m not enough.
I’m sorry.

There’s nothing harder
than putting yourself back
together every morning.

wtm, ten word poem (via wordscanbeenough)

timelady-of-221b:

I FUCKING HATE SOCIAL ANXIETY BECAUSE YOU’RE SCARED TO TALK TO PEOPLE BUT ALSO DYING TO TALK TO PEOPLE AND HANG OUT AND RELAX AND HAVE FUN AND NOT BE ALONE AND LONELY AND FEEL LIKE SHIT BUT YOU DO FEEL LIKE SHIT BECAUSE YOU CAN’T EVEN RELAX ENOUGH TO TALK TO PEOPLE WITHOUT OVERTHINKING EVERYTHING