I feel like I have wasted what is supposed to be the best time of my life being depressed and I don’t really know how to get over it.
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I feel like I have wasted what is supposed to be the best time of my life being depressed and I don’t really know how to get over it.
hi,hello,is this blog even a thing anymore,who knows
i might post a lil again
kissing is great
but wow when you get to kiss someone you have feelings for and you’ve wanted to kiss them for the longest time and you get to stroke their face and you’re so aware of their body and how nice their lips feel
“Five shots in and your name finally looks like a home again; blinded by false trust and lime kisses I caress the call button; ‘I miss you’”
— every sip brings me closer to you // b.b
i have a huge thing for neck kisses, breathe on my neck and i’m already gone
God, I like you so much. I’m scared of how much I like you. How much I want to be with you and stay with you. How much I think of you.
(via unsaidhabits)
people don’t think about you as often as you think that they do. so the thing that you’re most embarrassed about? it’s probably all in your head. learn to let it go because the truth is you’ll have many more moments to be proud of.
when people tell you that you can’t do something don’t do it to prove them wrong, do it because know that you can achieve anything, do it for you. do it because you love to wake up with a smile even if it’s a glass half empty kind of smile. do it because it matters to you. so that project you’ve been holding off because you’re nervous about the criticism, do it anyway.
kindness goes a long way.
withering roses are just as beautiful as live ones. it just matters who you get them for. buy yourself some flowers.
do not let people pigeonhole you. ever.
consistently failing at whatever it is you’re trying to do is better than laying on your bed and not trying to perfect it. less whining and more time towards mastery.
music saved my life again.
write. even if you’re not a writer. we all have potential to express ourselves. just write without thinking, you’ll soon learn that all of your subconscious thinking is more alive than you think. it’s good to expose yourself to yourself.
the time it takes to get out of bed because i was depressed or just lethargic, i will have missed a total of a thousand sunrises. darling, how many have you seen today? bring your phone with you, bring a friend. go snap the sun straight into your camera roll. your soul will thank you later.
we’re all an artist at heart, we just have different utensils.
the world stops for no one. you are hurting as you’re reading this, straight into the new year and no one is ever going to care as much about it as yourself— so ask yourself, how many steps am i going to take forward to make the past look small and the future look bright? it’s good to learn from your mistakes, just don’t stay in your yesterdays for too long. it’ll consume you. i am living proof. you are as well.
we all have suicidal thoughts. i think that might be a natural learning curve for people who are really trying to change themselves. like how many hours in a day can you really waste trying to off yourself? it only takes one bad thought. you can’t undo death, but you can rewrite bits of your life. a bad day doesn’t define your life. a bad week doesn’t hold value unless you give it power. a bad month will breed bitterness inside of you, but your lips are still stained from the tears. it’s okay to cry. be kind to yourself. you’re a sweet dash of honey to your tea kind of smile.
music really is fucking great. thank you to the muses of old.
turn that fucking phone off. it’s a big distraction. it is. what’s the first thing you do when you wake up? exactly. place your phone away from you before bed. you’ll sleep better. it’s just a phone, you’ll be alright.
poetry cleanses the soul like how flipping through the pages of an old book makes us feel like a real wizard.
a simple hello with a smile is just that. a simple hello with a smile. don’t think about it too hard.
people will always judge you by your initial impression, it is not your duty to make people like you. maybe you had an off day, that’s alright.
it’s okay to fail. failure is a stepping stone towards success.
if you keep digging for shit, i promise you’ll find it. that includes cheating, liars, truths, hurtful shit and just all out warfare. let karma handle her business.
drink lots of water and eat fruits.
if you’re not happy with your body, do something about it. not tomorrow. not when you have time. the truth is you’re never going to have time unless you make time for shit that matters.
read. if you can text a thousand paragraphs within a day, spend at least 10 minutes to read something. anything. and that doesn’t include the text that you just got. open a book, it’s waiting for you.
if you do drugs, know your body. how much can you handle before something goes wrong? eat right and stay healthy.
habits aren’t broken in a day, you built them over a course of weeks to years. it takes time to build new ones. like a bridge from this city to the next, you need to plan it out. take your time. it’s your life. how do you want to live it?
you’re going to fall in love, but you won’t always fall out of it. some people are just unforgettable, so do yourself a favor and just cherish the good things happening to you right now. because the saying is so damn real that it’s scary. you really don’t know what you have until it’s gone.
if you’re ever bored, just look up when the stars are out. how can you be bored of such a spectacular view? it’s home.
listen to a new song at least once a day. you’ll become more creative and it’s healthy to expose your brain to different sounds. idk i read that in an article once and it really helps me jumpstart my day. go onto soundcloud and just go through the randomness. you won’t be able to listen to all of the songs in your lifetime, but you can surely try.
life is short. i’m still trying to make sense of the irony. social media has made it to where we can be instantly connected to one another, but sometimes it feels like we’re disconnected from one another more than ever. i noticed this with myspace. get off of facebook. don’t go on it just because you’re bored.
when you’re around people that you love or close friends, when you’re out having dinner. turn your phone off. make the time you spend with them worth something. make it valuable.
if you’re ever scared that you’re going to end up not being loved by anyone, know that it starts with how you feel about yourself. you can’t change the shape of your nose. you can’t change the hair on your arms. the way that your eyes look. the color of your skin. the way society has molded us to be who they want us to be instead of who we want to be at times. you legit can be whatever the fuck you want to be as long as you’re happy.
— things i’ve learned by the end of 2017
how am i this lonely
I have friends who love me and I love them. But when they say that we will experience life and grow old together I can’t help to think that they are wrong. Because I have felt that feeling before and said the same things to people I no longer know if they are even alive.
everybody leaves and every relationship ends (via depressioncastle)
in july i said i’d be thin by october.
it’s october and i’m still fat.
me, every single day: “okay today is the day. drink water, eat less. restrict. fruits and veggies only and in moderation”
me, halfway through the day: *stuffing face with unhealthy food*
me, the end of the day: “ugh why would you do that. you are so stupid. no wonder guys don’t like you. fat ass. start again tomorrow. for real.”
In my head, we were going to end up together. It was going to be the most epic love story. The longest burn, but with the most rewarding finale. The library glances and smirks were going to pay off. Our friends would joke about how they saw this coming, how infuriating it was that neither of us would make the first move. It’s funny because I got over you last summer, and then after 3 months I saw you again and the lust came flooding back. But it’s different now. I don’t want you the way I used to. I made you unattainable. You see the problem with the long burn, is it gave me time for my imagination to run wild. And neither of us could live up to the expectation that I made for us. I think you will always be the one I wish I had of swallowed my pride for. You will be the one I wish I had of put my fear of rejection aside for. But I didn’t, and neither did you. So now I can’t play the games, because it hurts too much to know what I could have had.
To the one I fell for a long time ago, and still has a place in my heart (via crashingwaves-burningsouls)
I’m trying so hard to beat you at your own game. I want to wait to read your messages for hours, to see your messages and not reply. I wish I could play along, I thought I had it in me to act like I don’t care. To be honest I didn’t think I would ever care again. But here I am, you took 6 hours to reply to my message and I am using every ounce of strength to not open and reply to you after only 2 minutes.
I hate that this is such an uneven playing field (via crashingwaves-burningsouls)
idk man the thing that sucks about not being really pretty is that no matter what you tell yourself and what your friends might say, you sort of always know that you’re just not. and i’m not talking about being stubborn and fishing for compliments, it’s just knowing that you’re not conventionally attractive, that people on the street won’t double-take when you pass by them, that people won’t be flustered trying to talk to you. and i know looks aren’t everything but damn it sure feels like it when you aren’t absolutely gorgeous
why are we taught that happiness is all but a countdown, one that time will inevitably cut short?