3月 2012
2月 2012
Happy Birthday to me
21
I'm dumb?
whatthespock:
Let’s see:
I’m not bulimic.
I’m not anorexic.
I’ve never cut myself.
I don’t have obsessions with childish things.
I’m able to have adult conversations.
I don’t claim to possess knowledge on subjects I know nothing about.
I’m living alone at 17, while you’ll still be depending on your parents.
I have so much less than you, yet I find ways to remain happier.
I’ve offered...
“This is war like you ain’t seen.
This winter’s long, it’s...”
– Dustin Kensrue - This Is War
Development.
Part 1. In-Progress. This is un-formatted and is only a placeholder.
It was summer, 1986. Another day in Santa Cruz left him riddled with just as many self destructive, reckless options as the day before. A siren moaned past his bedroom window, he rolled to the left and found her asleep still, the one thing that gave any sort of balance to his current state. Sneaking out of the bed, he dropped...
A New Policy Against Self-Harm Blogs
staff:
One of the great things about Tumblr is that people use it for just about every conceivable kind of expression. People being people, though, that means that Tumblr sometimes gets used for things that are just wrong. We are deeply committed to supporting and defending our users’ freedom of speech, but we do draw some limits. As a company, we’ve decided that some specific kinds of content...
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He was lost, his voice carried only as far as his lungs could stretch and the sun was setting. He brought himself here so that he couldn’t get out. He didn’t want to get out, or at least he thought he didn’t. Pacing swiftly one foot in front of the other he headed for where he thought home may be, his stomach churning with more than hunger, with grief and disappointment, love and...
Dear Amanda
I’ve got to speculate to some degree that you can read this, or at least watch me type it. I miss you more than ever before. I miss staying up late nights. I miss trusting someone, I miss loving someone, I miss feeling alive even when I didn’t want to be. It was in this point that I smiled for the first time in a long time, a real smile that wasn’t filled with conditional...
Grace: Look at them, they're all so happy
Reluctance: I was happy once.
Grace: You can still be happy!
Reluctance: I don't have any reason to be happy anymore. I once loved and lived, I had a fervent desire to feel. I want to feel nothing anymore.
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I would give anything just to see your face again
Just to hear your voice again
Just to see you smile again
I would give anything, everything.
I’d give it all.
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Billie Holiday - I’ll Be Seeing You
“It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man...”
– Theodore Roosevelt
I thought change was supposed to be good.
Here goes everything.
“I have buried you
every place I’ve been
you keep ending up
in my shaking hands”