oh you watched a movie I recommended????? you listened to a song I told you about ?????? you read one of my favourite books ?????? do you know that I would literally kill for you ????? let's drink each others blood
going back to my roots (opening tumblr app)
microsdosing a little chaos…
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Nobody ever talks about how selfless it is to choose, over and over again, to not commit suicide. Nobody ever acknowledges the tremendous sacrifice suicidal people make every time we choose not to kill ourselves. When a person who is suffering so horribly that death seems like their best option decides not to take their one way out, and to instead remain in hell, day after day, month after month, year after year, because they don’t want to hurt the people they love, they are doing something extraordinary. Not killing yourself when it’s all you want to do is the purest act of love I can imagine. Dying for someone is easy - you don’t have to deal with any of the consequences, you have your moment of nobility and then it’s all over. But living for someone, when the simple fact of consciousness is literal torture for you? Every single suicidal person who ever made a choice to not kill themselves in a moment of misery is a goddamn hero in my eyes. Wanting to die and still surviving is an act of titanic courage and self-sacrifice. We deserve more credit for it.
over 4 years.
Shadows
The shadows I seen out of the corner of my eyes while we would roam the dimly lit house we share used to terrify me. I would immediately turn my head in their direction to reassure myself that it was nothing but my mind playing tricks on me. I would run away and hide in the safety of the next well lit room and wait for you to follow.
I still roam the dimly lit house we once shared, but now, I am alone.
The shadows I see out of the corner of my eyes don’t scare me anymore. I no longer turn my head to make sure it was nothing, and I dare not run to the safety of the next well lit room, instead, I pretend it’s you. As I catch glimpse of a shadowy figure out of the corner of my eye, I stand still in the dark hallway. I don’t move and I don’t shift my gaze, afraid that if I do, i will lose sight of what I’ve decided is your shadow. And while I stand, frozen in time (often for longer than I’d like to admit) it’s like you’re still here and I can believe, even if just for a moment, that we are standing together again in the house we once shared. Eventually I have to remind myself it’s not real and that now you’re just a shadow trapped in the hallways we once walked together. I’m leaving this house behind, a part of me with it, but I’d like to think that the people who live here next will sometimes catch a glimpse out of the corner of their eyes of shadows in the hallways. Perhaps it’s us; our shadows trapped together, roaming the dimly lit house we once shared.
“You can’t spend your whole life holding the door open for people and then being angry they didn’t thank you. Nobody asked you to hold the fucking door.”
— Orange is the New Black. (via warningbearcountry)
Nobody better slam my girl Hubble Telescope after the Webb Telescope pics came out, alright? For YEARS she was the baddest bitch around and we owe her nothing but gratitude
my whole fucking dash is this post
Well have you thanked her yet
girls who learned all their vocab from books and are now constantly embarrassing themselves by pronouncing words slightly wrong in conversation
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