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wild thing

It is the wildest thing coming back on here now and again. I feel like it’s been a very long while since I’ve written out my thoughts without much care to what comes out. I’m feeling sad right now, in a sense where I wonder how obvious it is that I give up on things too easily, or is it my uncanny ability to continuously lack motivation OR that I simply lose interest in things easily. Maybe it’s a combination of it all.

artist-monet

Water Lilies, 1908, Claude Monet

juansendizon

3am-overthinker

“I just love affection, like yes please give me random kisses in my neck. Hug me tight without leaving any space between us. Look into my eyes uninterrupted. But most of all, make me forget there is another world out there than just us”

- 3am overthinker

artist-monet

Misty Morning on the Seine, 1897, Claude Monet

impressionism-art

Norman Beach, Arcenciel 1873

Eugene Boudin

stevenspapen

Studio Boruja

21 m² status schetsontwerp locatie Boruja, Polen

visual-poetry

don’t send me flowers when i’m dead. if you like me, send them while i’m alive.

brian clough (via visual-poetry)

treygotguap

Girls will say they busy and be in their bed relaxin or sleep

melanin-majestic

Sounds busy to me

badsciencejokes

…I almost killed myself

I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.

I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.

That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.

Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.

Thank you man at McDonalds.

The milkshake saved my life

blackheartseverywhere

I hope you all can read this and remember to be kind

the-quiet-priestess

The smallest of gestures can save a life. My Mum answered her phone when I called and I am alive today because of that.

badsciencejokes

I’m glad you’re here.

It’s a phone call, a milkshake, a friend.

badsciencejokes

I feel like I shouldn’t keep reblogging this but when I do more people see what kindness can do…. I don’t know. Love everyone as yourself.

nunyabizni

Nah, keep rebloging it. It gives hope.

evilerthanthou

walked sobbing around a city once wearing a summer dress in mid-september thunder and rain. basically dragged myself into LUSH as the smell of the store always made me smile. the shop was empty and dead due to the weather, just this blonde short woman behind the counter who smiled at me. i stared at her feet and asked ‘do you have anything for people who are scared a lot?’ (i was so out of it i had no clue). she showed me two bath bombs, one pink and one blue, and said both were good - i chose the pink, paid for it and left. i then sat at a bus stop clutching the LUSH bag in one arm and my prescription meds in the other - i’d lied and ordered a refill so i could just drift away with sleeping pills. when the bus arrived and i was out of the rain, i decided to have another look at my bath bomb, smell it and what not. opened my bag and saw she’d put the blue one in there for me as well and written on the receipt ‘feel better soon :) hope you like x’.

no one had ever been so selflessly kind to me before, i didn’t know what to do with it except hang around long enough to use the other bath bomb.

maggie-stiefvater-deactivated20

Actually I’m going to reblog this again because of the truth of the inverse: think of any time you have been casually cruel or petty to someone for humor or because you weren’t in a great mood.

The power of small gestures goes both ways.