Excuse me while I go have a mental breakdown.
Don't worry about not being able to help us. We are content the way we are. Some of us get better, some of us commit suicide, some of us never change. No matter how many you try to help, there are always more damaged and hurt souls. I'm telling you this because I started out as a helper. And now I am one of the blogs you speak of. Just leave us be. We cannot be helped. Enjoy your day.
Some of you can be helped.
One person’s word is not the whole.
I just said I wish I could help.
I mean, some people seek help.
If those people seek help then why should I not help?
I’m sorry, I am just finding it difficult to find complete truth in your words.
I’m sorry:/
There are these blogs…
And these blogs just have stuff that other people submitted, right? And it’s all about suicide and eating disorders and hating themselves.
I don’t understand this. I haven’t been sheltered, but my life and family situations and such haven’t necessarily been nice. Anyway, I see these posts and I just want to go and give some people some hugs. I wish that everyone would be able to find happiness and not be stressed and driven to these sort of things.
I guess I can’t really wrap my mind around this stuff. I like food and hate throwing up too much for an eating disorder; I would never be able to get myself to kill anyone, let alone myself; I think a lot and I get into depressed moods, but I’m able to find my way back out.
I wish I could give that to other people. Other people I don’t even know. I wish they were stronger. It makes me sad knowing that people go through hell and can never get their way back out.
I just wish I could help.
Famous Last Words x
(Source: findsomehoodoopriest, via itsmyfoxhat)
romeo: hey i just met you.
romeo: and this is crazy.
romeo: but i saw you at your dad's party that i wasn't supposed to attend and i thought you were pretty cute so i followed you and we kissed but then your nanny called you away and i found out you were a capulet and got bummed so i sneaked into your back yard in the middle of the night and climbed your balcony uninvited to profess my undying love after an hour even though i wanted to bone rosaline like two scenes ago.
romeo: so marry me maybe.
The best end of a book. Ever.
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I still don’t look tan
(Source: superwhitegirlproblems, via 4-n-g-i-3)
I really just feel like making cupcakes.
But no, I just painted my nails. And so I can’t. Darn.
I want this “Save Ferris” shirt, but this kid in my math class has it and I don’t want him to think I’m creepy and getting it because of him…
(Source: lewis-carroll)
This is what I picture Miss Peregrine’s home to look like.
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(via 87daysbefore)
(Source: things-i-tell-myself, via lexieloveyoulikeacupcake)
How many Freudian analysts does it take to change a lightbulb?
Two. One to change it, and the other to hold the penis.
LADDER.
I MEANT LADDER.
(Source: hal0andwholock, via glitterhag)
