I’m glad you haven't changed your password. i thought you did. Look, im sorry. Im sorry because i treated you like bullshit. im sorry i didnt make you feel like my bestfriend. im sorry i ever went into your life. im sorry for making you feel bad about me, IM SORRY. im sure you hate me. right about now i bet you told your new bestfriend that you regret ever meeting me. i hope youre reading this. my sorry’s arent enough. im sorry. im sorry. i hope you havnt started cutting. i still care about you. the truth is that after you came, i my anxiety took over. IM bipolar, i cant control myself. I Felt like an idiot when i made you get offended so then i felt stupid and yeah. im sure your mom hates me right now. well im sorry. and i changed my number. my mom, sister & dad did too. after thursday i wont have the same number. I KNOW YOU HATE ME. YOU DONT HAVE TO RESPOND. IM  SORRY. AND I BROKE MY PROMISE. IM 5 TIMES COVERED IN SCARS. IM SORRY . IM SORRY I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO.

~~Your old bestfriend, celsa.

p.s- im sorry i didnt make the best of it when you came.

Well why the heck not?

If you reblog this before August 17 2013, I will write your URL down and stick it in a jar or whatever. Over the summer I will take the jar of URL’s and I will scatter them around. They may get taped to public loos, they may be thrown into crowds at festivals, or they may get put under napkins at restaurants.
Some one may find your URL, and who knows, they could message you telling you where they found it.
You have until August 17 to reblog.

Happy 30th birthday Victor Fuentes.

“You’re the only thing that’s keeping me alive.” Thank you for your music. Thanks to you and Pierce The Veil, me and many other people are still alive. You make us feel worth it ♡

Don’t call her/him am attention seeker. They do what they do for a reason. If you think they do it for attention, then theres the door, no one’s asking you to stay. You don’t know what they go through at home. You don’t know what happens out side of school or work. Her head might be full of thoughts that could end her life. His tattoos may be there to cover up his scars. Their music might be the most important thing to them because without it, they’re pretty sure they wouldnt be here anymore. So before you call someone out of their name, before you make a joke about self-harm or suicide or eating disoders or even about rape, think about the people around you. Because maybe they have encounted this situation, or someone they love, has.Just because they dont say it, doesnt mean they havnt been gone through it. Enough is enough. I’m tired of people ruining peoples lives just for the heck of it. No, why don’t you grow the fuck up before someone smack you across the face and makes you realize that what you are doing is wrong.

If you have respect for Tony Perry and will NEVER turn your back in him, reblog

Tony.He deserves the best! And if you turned your back on him because he has someone he loves and you once said he was your hero, screw you. He deserves to be happy. You should be happy he is. He’s been through so much shit he deserves happiness!! He doesn’t deserve hate. Imagine him looking through twitter& Tumblr, and just reading all the horrible things. No you only make yourself look stupid, immature, & SELFISH. No, get your thoughts straight and think before you fucking speak. To all the haters.. [FUCK YOU] & to Tony.. I’m glad you’re happy & rock on! We love you man!

Every day, when the last bell rings at school, i play 'All Signs Point To Lauderdale' on my ipod. Plug my headphones and put it on blast, walk around and look at everything around me. It seriously feels like you're in a music video. It's so real.

I hate this town, it’s so washed up

and all my friends, don’t give a fuck

they tell me that it’s just bad luck

when will i find, where i fit in?

seriously though. Try it.

Me and my spanish teacher.
  • Her:So how's it going at home Celsa?
  • Me:egh
  • Her:What happened?
  • Me:just more screaming and yelling around the house.
  • Her:Why?
  • Me:because my mom wants me to be perfect. She hates who I am. My music. My size. My plans for my future. I just want to end it all. The only way ill stop cutting is if I die. And I think its about time .
  • *I start tearing up*
  • Her:well guess what? Youre perfect the way you are. Mija, youre the most open-minded girl I have ever known. Your music? I think its amazing & fascinating, the way you use it as an escape of reality. Your size? Ehh what the hell. Thats BULLSHIT. And what are your future plans?
  • *her eyes start tearing up*
  • Me:go to a 2 year college. Start a band and start my own tattoo shop.
  • Her:see! That's wonderful! All those concerts you go too! How you say its fascinating and it relieves alot of stresd. Look. I'm here. 54 years old. Wanting to live a longer life. Wishing my bones were as strong as before. And youre over here wanting to die. When you have a healthy body. When you can go out and have fun.No. Celsa, if you die, i'll die too. I don't want you to go.you're such a beautiful young girl!
  • Me:okay I'll try. My best.
  • Her:ohh and here's the book I'm going to give to your sister.who should I write it
  • to?
  • Me:just write it to her. She needs it more than I do.
  • Her:see, youre gonna go to heaven! But not now. Promise me you wont hurt yourself again.
  • Me:I promise.
  • Her:keep that promise.cause I know that cutting is an addiction.
  • Me:yeah.once you start.its hard to end.