not that i'll be posting it on tumblr

“Look, Penny, I just… don’t think this is going to work out. It’s not you, it’s me.”
“Is it the kids thing? When I said ‘let’s have kids’, I meant for dinner.”
“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

OK I BORROWED @coulsart ‘s PENNY ONE MORE TIME I’M SORRY I HAD TO. We were talking about “It” at work and I mentioned my fear and this came into my head and I HAD TO.
Nevermind we started talking about It because I was obsessively drawing her Penny all over scrap papers ok.

anonymous asked:

are you okay with people tagging you on posts that they think you would like, or would you rather not have random people tagging you in things?

yeah sure go ahead - the tumblr search/tagging system is kinda broken for me tho and only shows me like 3 posts in a tag 

“When a heart breaks, what sound does it make?”

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. There is a silence, because when a heart breaks, the person becomes the definition of emptiness. Even when their world crumbles and falls apart in their hands, it is silent. There’s a cruel realization in heartbreak, and it’s that you know you’re about to live where the sun no longer shines; where you can’t even see that your clouds have gone to grey.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #41 // @loveactivist
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THEYRE FINALLY HERE! MY SUFFERING GAME SKETCH PAGE

this arc is a whole lotta fun but im sure you all know that very well, its all very fresh in your memories

view the pics in another tab for the best experience

Maybe it’s the pain in my chest,

Or the chemicals in my brain.

But either way, I know “normal” people don’t get like this. They don’t get this sad.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #36 // @loveactivist
Have you ever met someone who you can’t get tired of seeing everyday?” she asked. “Someone who makes your heart smile and puts a sweet shiver to your spine. Someone who can sit with you all day even if you talk about nonsense things. Have you ever known someone who never asked for you to change yourself? Someone who accepts you just the way you are. Someone who never wants you to lose yourself just by loving them. Someone who treats you in the best possible way without expecting too much from you.” she paused and thought of that someone she’s been talking about. It all comes to her mind. The way he genuinely smiles as if there are millions of fireflies that suddenly showed up at the night sky. The way he looks at her as if she is the most stunning person in the universe. Her heart seems to love everything she feels. And for that, she is grateful to know a person like him. She smiled and continued, “Haven’t you met someone you thought—will never exists in this world? Someone you thought you will never meet. Because I have met someone who I thought will only appear in my dreams.
—  ma.c.a // I want to describe you longer than this
Your eyes were my favorite color and the sound of your voice was the best tune. Slowly, little by little, everything about you became my favorite. Starting with those shining eyes.
—  L.C
You deserve all the love and kindness this world has to offer, I may not be able to give it all to you but I’ll never stop trying to.
—  Tenari Ioapo // You desetve the best.

It became one of those days were I grew empty inside.

Where the flowers that grew in my chest slowly died, and I was left with a black hole.

I almost wished people came up and talked to me; ask me how I was or how I was doing.

But I’ve always been alone.

—  excerpt from a story I’ll never write #35 // @loveactivist
It took me a long time to realize that wanting to throw myself off a building, cut my wrists, hang myself or swallow a handful of pills wasn’t okay. That it wasn’t okay that I was feeling that way. That it wasn’t okay that some people made me feel that way. It wasn’t okay that my teenage years were spent trying to survive instead of living. It wasn’t okay that I thought that everyone and everything would be better off without me because the truth is it’s okay to not be okay and it’s okay to ask for help. Its okay to want to be happy. Most importantly, it’s okay to love myself even when no one else does.
—  Recovery