Clap your hands if you’re actually low key mentally ill as fuck and can hardly handle anything and you feeling like no one actually likes you at all and all you wanna do is sleep your life away
*clap clap*
👏
there’s too much anxiety in this lil body of mine,
“Losing hope. Losing strength. Losing everything. Fuck it. Everything is ok.”
— Sadness
- Barbara Kingsolver, The Bean Trees
i want to believe in a future where i’m happy but everyday i wake up it just feels like i’m putting off the inevitable. my mind is a hell and i’m tired.
I’m literally so tired of every fucking thing
“because a 16 year old girl who had her first orgasm whilst getting raped, had to watch her 34 year old rapist go free because she had an orgasm.
because when one of my guy friends told me and some friends he got raped by a woman when he was 12, a “friend” laughed at him and told him he should be happy he got laid that young.
because my 17 year old friend’s parents let her 14 year old brother roam the streets until 12am, but she has to be home by 10.
Because my brothers girlfriend, told the police she was raped and fell pregnant but the rapist didn’t get jail time as she got an abortion and the ‘evidence’ was gone.
because a guy from my old school was raped by another guy, but because he’s gay, they said it wasn’t considered rape.
because a 19 year old lesbian got raped by a guy, and he didn’t go to prison because he said “he only tried to turn her straight so she would be accepted by her parents”.
because in some cultures, girls (and boys, of course) still get thrown out of the family because somebody sexually assaulted them.
because they’re still teaching girls to walk faster at night instead of teaching boys that they shouldn’t rape.
Because they’re teaching kids that they’re only male rapists and not female rapists too.
because I have to explain why rape makes me mad.“
im so sick of being the second option
“Its getting hard again. Hard to wake up, hard to go about my day. Hard to live, hard to breathe, hard to love my skin. At times like today, I don’t want to feel my skin anymore. I don’t want to exist anymore.”
— g.d (its getting hard to love myself again) (via thegirlyounevernoticed21)
if you’ve binged today, you are beautiful.
if you’ve restricted today, you are beautiful.
if you’ve fasted today, you are beautiful.
if you’ve broken your fast, you are beautiful.
if you’ve worked out today, you are beautiful.
if you’ve lazed around today, you are beautiful.
if you’ve cried today, you are beautiful.
if you’ve stayed strong today, you are beautiful.
if you’ve ever thought that you were less than beautiful, you’re wrong.
I hate when people tell me I’m not alone when I talk about how lonely I feel. I know they mean well but unless you’re going to come sit with me and actually physically keep me company it doesn’t help. I am alone right now in a very literal sense.
AND DON’T
FUCKING
TELL PEOPLE
THAT THEY’RE NOT TRYING
BECAUSE HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW IF THEY’RE TRYING OR NOT
JUST BECAUSE IT DOESN’T LIVE UP TO YOUR STANDARDS DOESN’T MEAN THEY’RE NOT TRYING
“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via archaeologicals)
do you ever want to check up on someone but it’s just not ur place anymore
