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โYou asked me how I was doing and I wanted to spill out all of my pain to you. I wanted to say, Iโm really not doing well at all, I hardly sleep, and The smallest things make me cry because Iโm balanced right on the edge But all I said was Iโm okay and the sad thing was that you believed me.โ
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You are not hard to love or difficult because of you mental, physical illness or disability. It is not your fault and others should provide kindness and support in any way they are able.
You deserve love and you will be loved. Your illness does not define you, or make you any less of a person. Never allow anyone to make you feel otherwise ๐
Damn right I do
I shove joy into your brain socket and you love it
I want a story where the angels didn't fall, they jumped. they clipped their own wings, knowing their Master wouldn't have a use or a need for them once they were damaged and less-than-holy. they could not defeat the Tyrant who exerted absolute control over their lives, so they abandoned heaven their homeland in exchange for independence, accepting exile as its own form of freedom. and hell is just the place where all unwanted things are sent--be they angels or souls who just will not obey.
I ended up talking about and being reminded of some pretty fucked up things that happened to me as a kid a lot over the weekend while camping w my partner and their family, which is not helping me stay โจin the momentโจ lol
I love every iteration of you I have ever met
You ever think about how normal you must look from the outside, sitting on your phone and scrolling or texting people or whatever, but inside the little voice in your head is screaming at you to get up and do something, anything, productive but you just cant
so i fell asleep with them four nights in a row while camping and now apparently i cant fall asleep without them ๐