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psychoticmist:

if you ever feel bad about yourself remember that george bush was once informed that 4 brazilian people were killed in iraq and he responded ‘how many is a brazilian’

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"How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except your brain?"
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Ruby Wax 

Reblogging the SHIT out of this.

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  • 0: Height
  • 1: Virgin?
  • 2: Shoe size
  • 3: Do you smoke?
  • 4: Do you drink?
  • 5: Do you take drugs?
  • 6: Age you get mistaken for
  • 7: Have tattoos?
  • 8: Want any tattoos?
  • 9: Got any piercings?
  • 10: Want any piercings?
  • 11: Best friend?
  • 12: Relationship status
  • 13: Biggest turn ons
  • 14: Biggest turn offs
  • 15: Favorite movie
  • 16: I’ll love you if
  • 17: Someone you miss
  • 18: Most traumatic experience
  • 19: A fact about your personality
  • 20: What I hate most about myself
  • 21: What I love most about myself
  • 22: What I want to be when I get older
  • 23: My relationship with my sibling(s)
  • 24: My relationship with my parent(s)
  • 25: My idea of a perfect date
  • 26: My biggest pet peeves
  • 27: A description of the girl/boy I like
  • 28: A description of the person I dislike the most
  • 29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend
  • 30: What I hate the most about work/school
  • 31: What your last text message says
  • 32: What words upset me the most
  • 33: What words make me feel the best about myself
  • 34: What I find attractive in women
  • 35: What I find attractive in men
  • 36: Where I would like to live
  • 37: One of my insecurities
  • 38: My childhood career choice
  • 39: My favorite ice cream flavor
  • 40: Who I wish I could be
  • 41: Where I want to be right now
  • 42: The last thing I ate
  • 43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately
  • 44: A random fact about anything
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rifa:

gallifreyanlanterns:

gr8writingtips:

your characters are like geodes

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if you want to see what they’re really made of

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you must break them

this is the best writing tip ive heard in ages

THIS IS EXACTLY MY APPROACH TO WRITING

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"

It has never been easy. When I was sixteen, I knew every potentially fatal thing in my house: Nail polish remover under the sink. Bottle of rubbing alcohol beside it. Hammer in the tool box. Forty foot bridge across the highway. Traffic outside my window.

I thought about slamming my own head against a counter until I lost feeling. I thought about punching myself in the face until I stopped breathing. I thought about running out into the street at two a.m. and waiting until a car came.

I never thought I’d make it to twenty-five. But I told myself to stay. Just for a little longer. Just to see.

So I did. I sat silent amongst my friends, searching for a way to speak. I stopped leaving my house. I swapped sleeping for staying up all night, staring at my bedroom walls. When someone came into my room to talk to me, I started crying. But I stayed. Because I thought, if I plan on dying in a few years anyway, what do I have to lose? And some days I didn’t feel like I was being swallowed whole. Some days I sat by my pool and sang until the sun set. Some days I kissed somebody on their parent’s couch and didn’t feel lonely when I got to my own bed. Some days I listened to a really great song and felt understood, if only for a second.

I stayed. And still I thought about bridges. And hammers to the head. And swallowing acetone to cleanse my insides. But slowly slowly slowly I began to understand that it was okay to cry, and shake, and feel anything but okay. I realized that there would still be days that my fist would rise to my cheek. And still, my face would sometimes resemble a bruised peach.

But now I tear up my lists of potentially ways to die before I complete them. I replace prescription: pills, rubbing alcohol, and razors with memories of the good days. Of holding your hand through the entire state of Oregon. Of running half-naked down a snowy street three New Year’s ago. Of riding go-carts in the Canadian wilderness. Of smoking cigarettes on the beach in San Francisco with someone I met six months ago. If I had left, we would not know each other.

If you feel the same way, stay. For the good days. And the sunsets. And the people out there who understand. Stay because being submerged in black water does not mean you have to drown. Stay. Just for a little longer. Just to see.

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Stay | Lora Mathis 

Erase the stigma behind mental illness. Being alive isn’t easy. We all have to help each other out. Losing Robin Williams to depression was a tragedy. Reach out to those around you and always offer help. 

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Anonymous: Is it true that you are amazing? True or true

Ahah it seems I’m not given much a choice lol. True sometimes? ;P



"Maybe I love too much and maybe I show it too little."
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lindsaylohoean:

when parents make sex jokes around you thinking you don’t get itimage

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