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Reblog if you honestly think you're fat. Not just the ocasional "Ugh, I feel fat in this" or "I look fat today", but when you feel fat 24/7 and you hate yourself because of it to the point where you would do anything to be skinny.
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Source: alltheselittlevoices
I'm honestly so hard to love and I am so sorry to anyone who has ever tried to love me because I'm honestly awful and never know what I want even when I think I do and because I'm so difficult to deal with as a person. And conversely I am so sorry to anyone that I have ever loved because I expect so much more than I have a right to and I wish I weren't this way but I have no clue how to fix myself I'm so sorry.
Why did you stop talking to me?
Did I do something?
How could you just stop giving a shit?
What happened?
Did our friendship really mean that little to you?
How did we get here?
I just want to understand.
Please, I miss you. (via whorernonal)
“My mother warned me about cigarettes that could cause cancer
But she never told me that self-hatred can grow faster than any tumour ever could
My father warned me that I should never stop thinking
But he never told me that overthinking would kill my happiness
My sister warned me about other people who might make hurtful comments about me
But she never told me that instead of hearing someone else’s voice, I’d hear my own
My brother warned me about drugs in baggies sold on the street,
But he never told me about the ones that people put in your glass when you’re not looking
My grandmother warned me about the devil with his tail and red horns
But she never told me about his angelic smile and dark, ocean blue eyes
My grandfather warned me about booze that could kill
But he never told me that if you drink enough alcohol, it tastes like love
My cousin warned me that I should love my virginity to a guy I love
But she never told me he should love me, too
My aunt warned me that if I kept eating that much, I might vomit
But she never told me that even without eating anything, you can hang over the toilet and puke
My baby sitter warned me that a boy could break my heart
But she never told me that if I made him mad, he’d also break my arm and nose
My teacher warned me about dangerous men with knives that could cut my throat
But she never told me that I didn’t need these men to cut my skin
They all warned me that I shouldn’t do dangerous things that could kill me
But I never had the chance to ask them if slitting both of my wrists vertically
And taking thirty-eight aspirins, was one of these dangerous things.”
d.a.n. (the-fault-in-our-scars)
I feel better when you’re here. Not in the sense of happiness because I’m not always happy. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like the things that affect me don’t matter as much when you’re here, I still get upset, but it’s easier to deal with when you’re with me. Like right now my brain feels like it’s in the middle of a thunderstorm. And I can’t think straight and the wind is blowing my thoughts away so I can’t grab onto them and the rain is like pelting my brain and it hurts and it feels like there’s no way out. But when you’re here it’s more like a light rain. There’s still wind and there’s still rain but the wind is blowing so softly that it’s barely there, I can still think, and the rain is still there but it’s more like a drizzle and everything is just easier
I miss you (via societykilldtheteenager)
Do NOT blame suicidal people for wanting to die
- They can’t help it.
- They are in a kind of pain you can’t even imagine.
- The last thing they need is more guilt.
- They trusted you enough to tell you, don’t guilt trip them.
- If you don’t know how to help them, please ask a professional for advice.
- It takes much strenght to survive suicidal thoughts. They are strong but they need help and support.
- It is NOT their fault, nor yours. They just need support.
- Suicidal pain is exhausting and they only want to rest. Try to understand, not blame them.
- They need professional help.
- They are not selfish.
- They are ill.
opkft-deactivated20150908
stop scrolling. now.
stop whatever you’re doing
just stop
breathe
you’ll be ok
if you see this, somebody cares
times are tough, but somebody cares.
you should NEVER feel like you deserve to die, and you don’t
don’t do it. not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever
don’t do it because somebody cares
don’t do it because there is so much more to you than sadness
STOP TELLING PEOPLE WITH BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER THEY ARE MANIPULATIVE WHEN THEY AREN’T
STOP TELLING PEOPLE WITH ABANDONMENT ISSUES TO JUST TRUST YOU
STOP TELLING PEOPLE WITH POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER TO JUST LET GO OF THE PAST
STOP TELLING PEOPLE WITH DISABILITIES THAT THEY “DON’T LOOK DISABLED” BECAUSE THEY’RE SEEMINGLY PHYSICALLY OKAY
STOP TREATING ANXIETY AS IF IT IS SIMPLY NERVOUSNESS/SHYNESS
STOP DEMONIZING PEOPLE WITH PSYCHOSIS
STOP VICTIM BLAMING PEOPLE TRAUMATIZED BY ABUSE THEY COULDN’T ESCAPE OR CONTROL
STOP TELLING PEOPLE WHO ARE ISOLATING THEMSELVES AS HEALTHY A COPING MECHANISM (WHO WOULD OTHERWISE END UP HURTING THEMSELVES OR OTHERS OR BREAKING DOWN IN PUBLIC) THAT THEIR COPING MECHANISM ISN’T HELPFUL
THE LACK OF RESPECT THAT ILL PEOPLE RECEIVE ON TOP OF ALL THE SHIT THAT COMES WITH HAVING AN ILLNESS IS ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS
RESPECT PEOPLE WHO ARE ILL
LEARN TO SUPPORT THEM
BE A GOOD FRIEND AND STOP BELITTLING THEIR STRUGGLES
Reminder that tumblr is not ‘anti recovery’ so much as full of really fucking bitter nd people for whom recovery has been either extremely difficult or flat out impossible.
The whole ‘suffered for a few years, gained access to therapy and meds, and then got better within months’ recovery story is not everyone’s story. It’s great, and I’m sure we’re all happy for the people whose recovery was that straightforward, but it’s not everyone’s story.
Some of us have fought tooth and nail pretty much our entire lives.
Some of us have had access to therapy and meds since pretty much the beginning, it just didn’t help.
Some of us have lived a life full of brief semi-recoveries followed by hard relapses.
Some of us have tried all of these recovery ideas multiple times and failed to improve (because surprise, they don’t work for everyone!).
Some of us have had to listen to the ‘eat a better diet’ ‘fix your sleep schedule’ and ‘exercise/do yoga’ shit from condescending nts (including therapists) who just can’t understand why their amazing advice isn’t working for us over and over and over again for years on end.
Because it works for most people? Why isn’t it working for you? You must not be trying hard enough… You just have to push yourself more! Do you even want to get better?
*TRIGGER WARNING* i want to go back to this day, but, I want to slit my wrists this bad, instead of my ankle. I don’t want to be here anymore, I just want to die. I want to be so drunk that I have the balls to go through with it, I don’t want to feel a thing, I don’t want anyone to feel guilty for what I’ve wanted for ages, every day seems to get harder and harder. I can’t talk to anyone, everyone thinks that I’m fine. I’m not fucking fine. I want to tell someone, heck, I want to scream it off a rooftop, i want to go painlessly, i don’t want to hurt anyone else with my decisions, except myself. I deserve it all. Noone else needs to be drug down with my petty attention seeking ways. I just want to be happy again, I want things to go back to the way they were, but, I don’t want things to change. I’m so used to feeling this way, it’s all i know. I just want to be over. I’m so lost.
