Dan saying “deal with it ya twat”
i feel obliged to reblog this okay.
Happy first birthday Copeland Quinn! <3 I still remember when you were born.
they call me macklemore in math class because im like
what what what what what
what what what what what what what
what what what what
new favourite poem. this is so powerful.
this is so beautiful.
I love this so much
why cant i write like this im crying
Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me. You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile
I like being alone, but I hate the feeling of being lonely.
When you’re alone, you have time for yourself. Your thoughts finally catch up to you. You set your mind on things and everything is just clearer. Nothing’s bothering you and everything just feels right for once.
When you feel lonely, you feel as if no one’s there for you. It feels like no one understands you or is willing to listen. It feels like you’re screaming in a crowded room, but yet not one person looks up.
This is deep. I love it<3
HOLY FUCK THE NOTES.
If you’re my follower and you don’t reblog this we have a problem~
HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THE NOTES
you better reblog this.
reblog EVERY TIME THIS IS ON YOUR DASH .
(( REBLOG IF YOU FUCKING WANT TO BECAUSE NO ONE CAN TELL YOU WHAT TO FUCKING PUT ON YOUR BLOG ))
((BUT YOU SHOULD REBLOG IT ANYWAY))
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Today I took the courage to wear shorts and short sleeves at home, everyone in my family knows about my selfharm ans scars but not my little sister cause she’s to young, she’s only 3 years old soon to be 4. But today she asked about them and I just said that they where wounds and she made a sad face and asked if they hurt and I said no and hugged her and she hugged me back, I’m so afarid that when she gets bigger and realizes what they really are from that she will think that it’s ok to do that to herself and I really don’t want her to feel the way I feel.
my mom’s boyfriend is this 6’2 super buff macho dude with many facial piercings who enjoys death metal and i just came downstairs and found him crying because they had to put down a dog on animal cops
i like him
i wish i was one of those girls who thought they were ugly but are actually really pretty
but instead i’m one of those girls who thinks they’re ugly and is actually ugly
If we’re friends, there’s a 106% chance that I’m always petrified that you secretly hate me.
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