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About Me · Write a Letter
Dear God

Forgive me.

my hands are curling

my toes

my legs

my heart skips beats

my mind is having trouble adding, thinking, not aching

my ear is pouring blood daily, now there’s a bruise behind it

forgive me, lord. i may be trying to destroy myself in reaction to the destruction others have taken upon me. forgive me.

"My advice to you is please don’t ever sit in your room and lock yourself away because you don’t think you’re good enough."
- Catherine Tate (via mossepajamas)

(via ed-free-maggie)


tungstens:

we all have a favorite eyebrow

(Source: factota, via okaymad)

scruffyfrank:

monoclesandtentacles:

having depression is not an excuse to be an asshole

having depression is not an excuse to be an asshole

having depression is not an excuse to be an asshole

HAVING DEPRESSION IS NOT AN EXCUSE TO BE AN ASSHOLE AND GUILT TRIP PEOPLE INTO THINGS OR TO SAY YOU HAVE IT WORSE THAN SOMEBODY WHEN THEY’RE HAVING A BAD DAY BECAUSE GUESS WHAT, YOU DON’T HAVE A SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE PASS THAT MEANS EVERYONE HAS TO PAY ATTENTION TO YOU AND YOU ONLY 

it’s emotional abuse

(via berniecrane)

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"Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option."
- Maya Angelou (via larmoyante)

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"If she’s too good for you, my god, don’t leave her. Make an effort to be good enough instead."
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I want to give

I spent all night listening to people say they were going to fatten me up, that it’s not that hard, that they’d spike my food with oil. They asked my weigh and said to gain 20. Put some meat on my scrawny ass.

And as this reflection grows, their words feel more like fucking acid than they do a soothing drink. Stop changing me, god someone stop. When will I ever be accepted for ME? My hair could use this and if I keep sitting out in that sun I’m gonna look twice my age. Why did I pain my nails that color they look like they’re rotten. 

Neighbor, M, came in again. This time I flipped, after another customer tried starting a fight with boyfriend, J, who was understandably pissed as neighbor harassed me about why I didn’t pick him. I’ve never done such a bitchy thing, I screamed, “Okay, bartender talking here, listen the fuck up! I don’t want no god damn fights in my bar, you hear me? You fuck one guy and suddenly they’re fucking entitled so NO FIGHTS.”

Yeah. I lost my shit. I cant be cute or meek, and nobody seems fucking pleased wih my appearance so hear me roar, assholes. 

Abilify isn’t doing much. Blows.

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