(Source: alisonqueendilaurentis)

You punish yourself for being yourself.
My counsellor. (via onceadoring)

YOU’RE SIX YEARS OLD and your smile is too wide and your afraid of absolutely nothing and your family watches as you race around the yard with an energy that could fuel entire cities.

YOU’RE TEN YEARS OLD and the things that were once important to you become replaced with unnecessary possessions and you begin to wonder why you never looked like the girls on magazine covers and your mom tells you to not eat seconds unless you want to get fat because that is unacceptable.

YOU’RE FOURTEEN YEARS OLD and labels begin to mean everything and you throw yourself into things with a hope to shed a few pounds but still you stay the same and it drives you so crazy you turn to matches and blades and worst of all words that cut through your brain like silent killers in the dark hours of the night.

YOU’RE SIXTEEN YEARS OLD and made of skin and bone and the smile that once made up your face is gone for good and your body is littered in scars that won’t go away because every time you look in the mirror you hate yourself a little more and everything that you once loved now means nothing to you because you don’t have the energy to do it anyway.

YOU’RE SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD and your mom encourages you to take a bite but the sight of food makes you absolutely sick to the stomach you’ve been destroying since you started all this and suddenly she wishes that she had told you all those years ago how truly beautiful you really were and maybe if you had grown up without judgement you wouldn’t have wound up dead by your eighteenth birthday but you did.


Why the hell are we still doing this to ourselves // (a.e.m.g.)

elenamorelli:

{ a song of grass and trees and clouds }

oreoofficial:

why dont ppl do random things for me? u know. send me a message, draw me, paint me, send me $300,000

The worst part about anything that’s self destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive.
L.L (via fleurthorn)

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howtocatchgosling:

The Virgin Suicides (1999) 
dir. Sofia Coppola


(Source: deathlehem)

partickstump:

i :) am :) so :) stressed :) about :) everything :) all :) the :) time :)

(Source: xaviercharles)


foxmouth:

Landscapes, 2014 | by Anthony Samaniego

do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.

you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
forever.

there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.

but you will never be
and have never been
“too much.”


Tyler Ford  (via angelofdisorder)

(Source: tylerthelatteboy)