Tbh Same I Always Thought It Was Physical Touch Untill My Boyfriend Came Around And Took Me Book Shopping

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

kay y’all are gonna hear my life storyyyyy

so basically the bus was like twenty minutes late and now the driver is like fucking speeding and it’s hilarious but i’m still so late to practice it started eight mins ago ahhh

okay i think that’s it

oh wait no i wrote my fave word on my hand it’s elysian great word

“Did we win?”

”I‘m here, aren’t I?”

He must be running. Her bosy bounced painfully against his chest with every lurching step. He couldn’t carry her and use his cane.

”I don’t want to die.”

”I’ll do my best to make other arrangements for you.”

She closed her eyes.

”Keep talking, Wraith. Don’t slip away from me.”

”But that’s what I do best.”

He clutched her tighter. “Just make it to the schooner. Open your damn eyes, Inej.”

— Six Of Crows, Leigh Bardugo

“The less you say, the more weight your words will carry.”

-Leigh Bardugo, Six Of Crows

i feel like im so fucking close to snapping but i guess for now i’ll just eat my feelings away and regret it tomorrow:)

I have changed my pronouns because Shakespeare once said ”You are a saucy boy” to some dude when he was complaining.

so now my pronouns anew she/her/saucy boy

im so round of this ahhh🏳️‍🌈🌈🌈🏳️‍🌈

ok i think that this is something everyone should know exists just to feel safer i don’t want to go on and on but i think that one day someone could benefit from this sooo here ya go!

also i’m here to talk whenever, you don’t even have to be going through shit i’ll still just talk about anything i love you!!

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

“Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. Maybe it’s not sad.”

—The Perks Of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chobsky

hiiii! i just wanted to wish everyone a good morning and i hope you have a great day!

Okay wait—

how many mp/h or km/h does blood travel at?

like it’s fast right if it has to go through our whole bodies in one breath??? but are there like speed limits or something????

okay that’s all bye