Every year, unknowingly, we pass the anniversary of our future death.
this post fucked me up
- Her (2013)
This post is for all of you who have survived the urge to end your life, either coming out the other side or still fighting to stay alive.
I noticed how when someone has a physical illness such as cancer, and they come out the other side or even remission, they are able to celebrate surviving. I think all of the survivors of being suicidal should too.
Congratulations, and keep on fighting.
i get anxious for people who fall asleep on public transit. like where is your home? how many stops have you missed? this was not a time for a nap
someone somewhere is meeting the love of their life right now and that’s pretty cool
- (via the-taintedtruth)
when i go to the bathroom at night, i look in the mirror and think: omg zombies are real
(Source: , via asvprock)
You deserve to date someone who’s proud to be seen with you. Who holds your hand in public and tells their friends about you. Not someone who hides you away and is ashamed. Remember that.
a wallet that will never be stolen from your purse
that’s fucking brilliant
how, by putting a dollar in gift wrap?
i don’t get it
it’s not gift wrap
then what is it?
am I sick from anxiety or am I actually physically ill? a memoir by me
am i lazy or horribly depressed: the sequel
does everyone hate me or am I just very insecure: the completion of the trilogy
have i momentarily forgotten something or am i genuinely losing my mind: the unexpected prequel