What kills you inside?
quintessencesiren:

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quintessencesiren:

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'I love you,' he said quietly.

She laughed. ‘No, you don’t. You think you do, because you think I can save you.’ She flicked ash off of her cigarette.

Before he could speak again, she continued. ‘And here’s the thing. I can’t. And even if I could, I wouldn’t.’ She turned to look at him, her expression suddenly very serious. ‘You have to learn how to take care of yourself. You’ve got to help yourself. You say you want to be happy, but all you do is think about how sad you are. I know it sucks. I know you think I can fix it all. But I can’t. I can’t,’ she sighed.

It seemed as if she spoke from experience. As if she’d tried to save someone but failed, and never forgiven herself. As if she’d learned the hard way.

(a.g.)

no offense but i want to set you on fire

The person you’re meant to be with will never have to be chased, begged or given an ultimatum.

Mandy Hale (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

this advice has just changed me

(via overratedsuicide)

My eyes are opening more and more everyday just by thinking about this quote!

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gnarly:

its gotten to the point where i even procrastinate while taking showers and when people ask me why i take so long i dont even know what to reply

Nobody drinks a bottle of vodka for fun, and that’s a damn fact.
The most sober thing a drunk person could say  (via bl-ossomed)

bace-jeleren:

catsandcunts:

YOUR BODY IS BEAUTIFUL IF:

  • you have a body
  • that’s it
  • you’re beautiful
  • you win
  • congratulations 

You have potentially offended hundreds if not thousands of ghosts.

cancer-of-themind:

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rare-insights:

tellmethatyouneed-me:

werelivinganightmare:

vanillafaces:

The story behind it (again): This is a picture of my arm and my sister’s. She’s the one with the tattoo I’m the one with the scars. I’ve been in a mental hospital for over a year because of selfharm, suicidal thoughts & a depression. Me and my sister always had a really close band. We only had each other but everything changed when I was hospitalised; she was alone and she couldn’t cope with the fact that I was unhappy. She kept blaming herself and tried everything to make me better. She always had to cry when I needed to go back to the hospital. She cried while calling ambulances for me and when she saw my not responding on the bathroom floor. But things got better, because of the hospital but because of her too. I had a reason to live, to exist. I realised I needed to get better because of her. She always told me it was me & her against the world. And believe me we were and we still are. So when I got better I still had all those marks on my arm, it made me sad ofcourse it reminded me of my lows and my demons. My sister saw how it affected my recovery and without I knew any of it she tattooed my birthday on her wrist. I kept asking her why why why. Her answer: ‘You don’t have your own arms anymore so you can have mine’ This picture shows how she pulls me up every time.

oh my god. this is beautiful

‘You don’t have your own arms anymore so you can have mine’


♡☪♡

rare-insights:

tellmethatyouneed-me:

werelivinganightmare:

vanillafaces:

The story behind it (again): This is a picture of my arm and my sister’s. She’s the one with the tattoo I’m the one with the scars. I’ve been in a mental hospital for over a year because of selfharm, suicidal thoughts & a depression. Me and my sister always had a really close band. We only had each other but everything changed when I was hospitalised; she was alone and she couldn’t cope with the fact that I was unhappy. She kept blaming herself and tried everything to make me better. She always had to cry when I needed to go back to the hospital. She cried while calling ambulances for me and when she saw my not responding on the bathroom floor. But things got better, because of the hospital but because of her too. I had a reason to live, to exist. I realised I needed to get better because of her. She always told me it was me & her against the world. And believe me we were and we still are. So when I got better I still had all those marks on my arm, it made me sad ofcourse it reminded me of my lows and my demons. My sister saw how it affected my recovery and without I knew any of it she tattooed my birthday on her wrist. I kept asking her why why why. Her answer: ‘You don’t have your own arms anymore so you can have mine’ This picture shows how she pulls me up every time.

oh my god. this is beautiful

‘You don’t have your own arms anymore so you can have mine’

♡☪♡