You’re not too fat, you’re not too thin. You’re not too anything. You’re you. And you are perfect. Someone out there is going to look at you and see the most beautiful person they’ve ever met. Because you are beautiful, don’t let anybody tell you differently.
Please remember this (via i-love-writing-v-v-much)
gloomholic-deactivated20150630
“you need sex for healthy and long lasting relationships.”
not only does that erase asexual people but it shits on people who were forced into having sex out of fear of their partner leaving them. sex is not under any fucking circumstance a requirement for relationships and the absence of it does not break relationships.
prideoverpain
!!!!!
‘Do you fall in love often?’
Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.
Jeanette Winterson, from Gut Symmetries (via lifeinpoetry)
The sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. Idiots are always dead sure about every damn thing they are doing in their life.
Vasudev (via neutral)
younger me: why am i so obsessed with gay people
me now: i am a gay people
Why do people want to have problems?
I’m sick to death of people romanticising mental health. It’s not fun. It’s not pretty. It isn’t some long haired blonde gracefully slicing her wrists in the corner, It’s showers that sting like fuck after you turn yourself into a real life slasher movie victim… You look at food with utter disgust but have to force yourself to eat in order to be ‘normal’ and avoid harsh critics. You have days where you plan your suicide because it’s the easiest option out and it isn’t a beautiful drawing or scribbles on a notepad, It’s sleeping in the day and lying awake at 4am staring at a blank wall with the most cruelest thoughts on the quickest way to take your own life. It’s voices in your head constantly degrading you as a human being and playing complete mind tricks on what is reality and fantasy. It’s not something that girls or guys should want to have. Mental illness is a disease, just like cancer. Without the proper treatment it will eat away at you until you disappear to nothing but a death certificate. Everyone has a story as to why their mind gave up the strength to fight. It’s not you being weak, it’s simply a way of destroying the very thing making you hate yourself.
11th January 2016 It’s us. Literally us. I’m sure I’m the colour to your fingertips, too. But for this post, you’re my colour. And I’m not just coloured fingertips anymore. I’m a coloured arm. I honestly can’t even begin to explain how broken I was before I met you. Don’t get me wrong, I was fixing myself pretty well, I was doing alright to be fair. I think that’s why you walked in to my life when you did, because I’d fixed myself enough to let someone in again. But, I was broken. I’ve been conditioned by previous relationships to think that I’m not allowed nice things, not allowed friends, not allowed to have my own body. And as I say, I’d fixed myself a lot before I met you. And I do still have a few demons, but you’ve chased so, so so many away. You’ve made me see that maybe.. Maybe I am allowed good things. And you’re the best damn thing, and maybe, just maybe I’m allowed you to myself. You’ve made me see that my previous relationships, weren’t relationships. They may have lasted years, but that they didn’t treat me right. In such a short space of time you’ve shown me so much love and respect and I’ve honestly never been made to feel so happy on a daily basis, ever. Yet every day you make me feel like a damn Queen. You say the right things and you show me how a real man is supposed to treat their ladies. It baffles me. It still baffles me that you want to show me off, and talk about me and tell people I’m your girl. It’s odd for me. But yea. I’ve rambled too much. Thank you so much for colouring in my dark bits. I’ll spend forever trying to colour in your dark days. I love you to the moon and back ❤
