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@audreyheather
I just need someone who won’t leave. Who will be there through all the ups and down and not just for the ups. I feel like my whole worlds crumbling around me and no has even noticed. Or if they have then they just don’t care and I don’t know what ones worse
Things I’ll Never Say (via unihty)
That day was long ago..
When Ultraman isn’t fighting bad guys, he’s also got a softer side, willing to stand guard over some of the littlest, furriest ones on the planet and protect them as they grow up.
Photos by 紙魚丸 - via Love Meow
~ so many feelings
Everyone gets tired of me at some point, then eventually they’ll leave, they all do.
(via brokendreamsbutbrokenhearts)
why does kylie jenner even need to darken her skin isn’t she dark enough already standing in her sisters’ shadows
OH
MY
GOD
Reblog if you actually give a shit about anyone who’s suicidal or depressed.
No one should scroll past this
I am being carried. I am being carried when I stop praying or forget how to. I am being carried when I skip church for several weeks in a row. I am being carried when I’m still running loose, looking for how to make faith organic and new. I am being carried when I collapse in the cold. When the days are too long. When I fear God isn’t good. When I fear life won’t turn out. When the questions lead me to asking if I could ever actually believe again, when life knocks me flat on my back, I am still being carried. I am always being carried.
Ben Moberg, “On Being Carried” (via recycledsoul)