January 2012
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Had I not posted or reblogged a certain thing that neither one of us can remember now, I wouldn’t have gone to bed with a smile on my face the past few nights. It’s so strange the way things work out.
Jan 27th
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Jan 27th
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ironlungsarenofun replied to your post: PLEASE HELP TENNESSEE!! I signed it with the comment “Oh y’all done fucked up now” ^My friend Garrett is the shit.
Jan 27th
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PLEASE HELP TENNESSEE!!
Say no to Tennessee’s “license to bully” bill. The Tennessee GOP has continued their assault on gay rights with the “license to bully” bill. If passed, the Tennessee “license to bully” bill would allow students to justify bullying their gay peers by pointing to a political or religious conviction.  This comes on the heels of Republican efforts to pass...
Jan 27th
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Jan 27th
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“All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.”
– Henry Ellis
Jan 27th
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Jan 27th
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My depression’s back. I recognize this so familiar feeling. I don’t want to see anyone, I don’t want to talk to anyone, I don’t want to smile, I don’t want to do anything. I want to sit all alone by myself with no human interaction. I don’t want to feel happiness, I don’t want to feel sadness, I don’t want to feel anything. I just want to be numb to...
Jan 25th
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Jan 25th
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I dreamed that I sliced my own arm wide open, and...
Jan 25th
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Jan 25th
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“Sometimes I feel incredibly disconnected, uncomfortable in my own skin. Or kind...”
– Haley James Scott  (via skintones)
Jan 25th
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Jan 25th
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Jan 24th
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Give me something to write and I become a collected and intellectual individual. Give me a social setting and I become an awkward and uncomfortable mess.
Jan 23rd
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Jan 23rd
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Jan 23rd
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I don’t post a lot of things that are in color, and when I do, the color is usually faded or violent. Being human, we see our reflection in anything and everything. Color is a reminder that something is alive. Color is a reminder that I’m alive. Color is a reminder that I once liked life. Color is a reminder that I was once happy all of the time. It teases me. I don’t like color unless I can...
Jan 23rd
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Jan 23rd
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Jan 20th
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Jan 20th
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“PAIN—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there...”
– Emily Dickinson (via randomkumquats)
Jan 20th
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Jan 20th
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If I continue having headaches everyday, I don’t want to live much longer. There’s so much that I want to do, but if I can’t give it my all and enjoy it, there’s no point. This sounds horrible, but I almost wish it was something like cancer or a tumor. I would finally know what was wrong with me and I could stop trying to live a normal life and just let it take me away.
Jan 20th
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Jan 19th
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Why did I have to meet the perfect girl in my...
Better question: Why did she have to die in my dreams and leave me to wake up even more heartbroken than I was before I fell asleep?
Jan 18th
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Jan 18th
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It would be nice To start over again Before we were men I’d give I’d bend And when it’s the end Our lives will make sense We’ll love We’ll bend
Jan 18th
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Jan 18th
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If you don't fear death, there's nothing in life...
Jan 17th
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Jan 16th
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I have so many images in my head that to need...
But I hate drawing or painting when my family is home. I want to create these weird, creepy, suggestive things, but I can’t do that with them looking over my shoulder and asking me what I’m making. There’s no way to get around them. It’s the only thing stopping me. Yes, they support my artistic side, but they expect me to paint and draw landscapes, puppies, flowers, and...
Jan 16th
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Jan 16th
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“And that night O you happy waters, I heard you beating the shores—But...”
– Live Oak, With Moss (excerpt)-Walt Whitman
Jan 16th
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Jan 16th
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3,000mgs of pain relievers, sleep, water, and still no relief. It feels like someone’s dug their fingers behind my sockets, ripped out my eyes, and dropped an anvil on my head. I’m nauseas. I need a cure for this daily death.
Jan 16th
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Jan 16th
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FUCKING HEADACHES
Jan 16th
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Jan 16th
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Jan 15th
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Jan 15th
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Jan 13th
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Jan 12th
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Jan 12th
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I need someone to get me out of my head.
My mind is tired and my head hurts.
Jan 12th
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Jan 12th
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Oh to be comfortable
This is a post for myself, so really, you don’t have to read this. I just need to vent some thoughts. Anyway, I want to try this water fast thing. It’s where you drink a gallon of water a day and nothing else. No juice, no tea, no soda, no food, nothing. I want to be cleansed, I want to lose weight, I want to be in control, I want to feel comfortable in my own skin. I know I could do...
Jan 11th
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Jan 11th
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Jan 10th
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I understand that confidence is attractive. I get...
Jan 10th
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