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I dearly wish that people would view their bodies as they view flowers…

Veins everywhere?

gorgeous~

Skin patches? Birthmarks?

hella rad~

Scars? Stretch marks?

beautiful~

Freckles? Moles? Acne scars?

heckie yeah~

Large? Curvy?

lovely~

Small? Thin?

charming~

Missing a few pieces?

handsome as ever~

Feel like you just look weird?

you’re fantastic looking~

Places where reality is a bit altered:

• any target • churches in texas • abandoned 7/11’s • your bedroom at 5 am • hospitals at midnight • warehouses that smell like dust • lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore • empty parking lots • ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods • rooftops in the early morning • inside a dark cabinet

i died 5 times watching this

Addiction might have you feeling like there’s no way out, but there is. Quitting is hard, but it’s possible, and it’s worth it. 

January, The feeling of your sheets against my skin is the only thing that gets me out of my bed anymore. February, My birthday passes, the little Pisces girl with too much love in her heart, you don’t call me. March, They say spring is coming but it snowed today, I’m losing hope.  April, The word therapy comes up a lot in conversation but I never go. May, I walk into the woods a lot and try to lose myself, I know it too well, I decide to get high instead. June, The men that drink at the bar squeeze my ass when I give them their bourbons, I let them, they tip better than anyone.  July, I love my tan skin and the feeling of the sun against it, I’m happy until the night gets dark. August, I see you at the gas station filling up your Jeep, you smile, I buy myself a pack of cigarettes. September,  I quit smoking because he says I’m too pretty to die young, I disagree. October,  It’s getting cold again and he is not you, but sometimes I can still pretend he is when he’s pulling my hair. November,  I don’t remember much but the taste of liquor, and the sound of the door slamming when I leave him.  December,  I forgot what your voice sounded like until I answered your call. You ask if I’m okay, I ask what you mean by that.

A year spent missing you (via weallwritealong)

In the mood to sit on a specific boys lap and kiss him until I can’t feel my lips

But the worst the absolute worst feeling is after everything and you finally think you can move on and you start talking to a new person is when all you can do is feel sick and your stomach hurts and all you can fucking think is “no no no this isn’t right it’s supposed to be you”

I wonder how many memories I’m in.

reminder to:

straighten your back

go pee goddAMN IT STOP HOLDING IT

go take your meds if you need to

drink some water

go get a snack if you havent eaten in a while

maybe wander around the house/stretch a little if you’ve been sat at the computer a while (artists especially: sTRETCH THOSE WRISTS)

reply to that text/message from earlier you’d forgotten about

maybe send a nice lil message to someone having a bad day?

right now you might be in a situation that you think you won’t survive but six months ago you were in a situation that you didn’t think you’d survive and two years before that you were in a situation you didn’t think you’d survive and the point is you will always surprise yourself and you will always make it through

Don’t drink and drive your dog won’t understand why you never came home

Think about all the stuff you have gone through and let it go. It’s over.

concept: i am not anxious about it anymore. i don’t think about it anymore. i’m finally done.

So satisfying

What if people who have anxiety are just unaccustomed to the way the world works because this is the first incarnation of their soul on the earth? And confident people are at ease with the world because they have already been incarnated multiple times and, in a sense, already know how the world works.

Don’t drink and drive your dog won’t understand why you never came home

I had to do it for me.

Concept: I’m laying on your lap. You’re playing with my hair. Quilts and sweaters keep us warm. You’re happy. I’m not anxious or sad. Everything is okay.

Two months into our relationship you once asked me how much I loved you and I just said “From here”. You didn’t get it and you got mad and thought I was playing around.

Breaking up after almost two years together, I sent you a message 6 months later saying “To Here”.

You still didn’t get it.

I’m pissed off. I’m pissed that amazing people are suicidal. I’m pissed that kids get cancer. I’m pissed that poor people can’t afford college. I’m pissed that soulmates don’t end up together. I’m pissed that people lie. I’m pissed that no one cares about the earth. I’m pissed that people are fake as fuck. I’m mad because this world is so fucked up and there’s nothing I can do about it.

having a good heart fucks you up in this generation

the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again

“When did it start?”

I hope you find love in 2016. 

roasting me is ineffective because you can’t tell me worse things than i already think of my self already