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hey my names jacqui :) peace love and recovery my friends. im learning to love myself again feel free to message me or ask me anything be kind to yourself <3
kittens-recovery:

dis0rder101:

hannah-wants-to-die:

4th-island:

judgings:

breezeh:

ski-nny-and-fra-gilee:

50shadesofsuicide:

That’s what depression feels like.

Oh god..

this is seriously the scariest thing i’ve seen on this website omfg

i actually love this

so true

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If you’re reading this right now, you have to promise me that you’ll live until tomorrow and that you won’t hurt yourself today in any form. I love you and I care. I’m here for you if you need help or someone to talk to.

kittens-recovery:

dis0rder101:

hannah-wants-to-die:

4th-island:

judgings:

breezeh:

ski-nny-and-fra-gilee:

50shadesofsuicide:

That’s what depression feels like.

Oh god..

this is seriously the scariest thing i’ve seen on this website omfg

i actually love this

so true

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If you’re reading this right now, you have to promise me that you’ll live until tomorrow and that you won’t hurt yourself today in any form. I love you and I care. I’m here for you if you need help or someone to talk to.


The first person who saw your face was delighted by you. Isn’t that something? You managed to bring joy only by breathing.
Your mother will occasionally peek through the cracks of your door when you are sleeping, even now, to make sure that she can see the movements of your chest.
The boy who kissed you in the park last night isn’t in love with you, he won’t even stay, but he meant every second of those minutes.
You’ll walk a city street that your feet have never touched before and you’ll be terrified of getting lost and that feeling is what’ll help you find the way home.
You’ll give your money to a homeless man and he will hold your hand firmly between his and he will say ‘thank you so, so much’ and isn’t that something?
There’s a piece of music that makes your heart feel like it’s bleeding. Listen to it. Listen to it again.
When was the last time you paused to stare at night time?
Did you know that there is at least one person in your life who will jump in front of a hail of bullets for you, without your asking.
Your entire body is made of nerves. Feel things.
Take walks in places you’ve never been.
Take photographs of people not everyone considers beautiful. Find loveliness in them.
Let go of the things that are killing you from the inside out.
One day you’re going to be part of the sky, you’re going to be that beautiful and that necessary but not today. Not today.

Azra (5000letters)

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

― Laurell K. Hamilton (via psych-quotes)

How beautiful is it that someone could make your heart beat so fast when you don’t want it to beat at all.

Ocg (via heavyeyesignite)

how do you make friends when you don’t no anyone and no one seems interested in knowing you :/ ???


That’s what people don’t understand about depression. You don’t have to have a shitty life to want to kill yourself. You don’t have to have an abusive mother or an absentee father to be angry with them. You can have a good job and still want to kill yourself. You can have two loving parents and still want to slit your wrists. You can have a faithful lover and still want to chase a bottle of pain killers with a bottle of vodka. You can have bright eyes and a sweet smile with perfectly straight teeth and still want to thrust your face through the mirror every time you look in it. You can have a full bank account and a full stomach and still feel so empty that a gust of wind could knock you down. Depression has very little to do with what people have in front of them and more to do with what they have (or don’t) inside of them. You can have a good day and still want to kill yourself. You can laugh so hard your sides hurt and still want to fasten a noose in your closet. You can be loved every way you ever wanted to be loved and still feel your bones gnawing at your flesh from the inside out. It doesn’t need to make sense and believe me, we know. The guilt eats us alive. We don’t always have it the worst. We don’t all have repressed memories of our uncles touching us or hidden bruises from our alcoholic step-fathers. Depression isn’t that simple. Your cards aren’t always the worst, but sometimes your best option is still to fold.

(trm)

Giving someone a taste of there own medicine hehe


english is not their first language: Hello! I'm sorry if my English isn't very good.
english is their first language: hte fuckign

glowcloud:

i love the Women Against Feminism that are like “I dont need feminism because i can admit i need my husband to open a jar for me and thats ok!” cause listen 1. get a towel 2. get the towel damp 3. put it on the lid and twist. BAM now men are completely useless. you, too, can open a jar. time to get a divorce


If you find yourself thinking “Wait. Can’t say that. He’ll think I’m weird and fucked up.” Ditch them and find someone who responds with something twice as weird and three times as fucked up.

Jeremiah Van Guilder (via forever-and-alwayss)

I would light myself on fire to keep you warm.

from my list “what i’d do for you” (via atmekurzeinund-schweig)

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