enough, now

[xxbarbiegirl]

http://www.katie.jp/home_01.html

[sleepyberry]

[internetexplorers-deactivated20]

Caption

[creepyyeha]

[softwaring]

[uoa]

The first time I saw her.. Everything in my head went quiet. All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. Even in bed, I’m thinking: Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. Did I lock the doors? Yes. Did I wash my hands? Yes. But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. Or the eyelash on her cheek— the eyelash on her cheek— the eyelash on her cheek. I knew I had to talk to her. I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her.. But she loved it. She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day. She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. I’d always watch her mouth when she talked— when she talked— when she talked— when she talked; when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time. That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work.. When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.. When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.. And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but.. How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. I see myself crushed my an endless succession of cars.. And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe. How she blows out candles— blows out candles— blows out candles— blows out candles— blows out—…. Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once—he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! I want her back so bad.. I leave the door unlocked. I leave the lights on.

Neil Hilborn, "OCD" (via uoa)

[simpatie-blog]

[plantass]

The Swing at the End of the World

There’s a swing on the edge of a cliff in Ecuador. It has no safety measures and is called the ‘Swing at the End of the World’.

[vein]

this is how I would love to die, just to jump off when I’m ready

[solielsoul]

this gives me anxiety

[creepyyeha]

I always get nose bleeds when i wear white :( i didn’t show it but i stuffed tissues in my nose hahaha

[boyegas-deactivated20181222]

Emma Stone walking around Soho - June 18th

[bcky-deactivated20211012]

[darkness-shield]

You can stop eating, you can cut yourself, you can burn yourself, you can take pills and try really bad to die. But you know that you’ll never be good enough to stop eating at all, cut yourself really deep, you won’t burn yourself to death and you will throw up all the pills in the end. You won’t die because you’re weak, you want to die but you’re not strong enough to do it. - I tell this words to myself everytime I try to kill myself and I just… can’t…

(via khali-may)

[declaringwar]

Divide

[havoc-and-madness-deactivated20]

[nightrevelations]

Stop telling women that we should find ourselves beautiful and that we should love ourselves when you are standing right there, judging us on how our knees look in short skirts and how prominent our boobs are in a sweater and how much makeup we are or are not wearing. Instead of us working harder on “love your body” and “find your inner beauty”, the rest of the world should be working harder on “stop telling women their bodies are a shameful place to live but that if they’re strong enough, they will learn to embrace that shame.” This is my body. It’s not “beautiful”. I don’t “love it”. I don’t have to. I don’t have to have any strong feelings about my body. And whatever feelings I do have are not somehow invalid if they’re not glowing reviews.

Elyse Mofo, “Don’t Tell Me to Love My Body” (via verticillium)

[niiiiiicolaaa]

If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living.

Vargus, Archie’s Final Project  (via nisshin-geppo)

[fredflare]