Fuck If I Know

Shit happens. Life goes on...Why are we here again?

[ifionlyknewme]

Dear World...

Dear World, you want to know where I belong? Turns out so do I. Shouldn't you be the one to tell me? You're supposed to help shape me. Define me. Show me where to belong. Show me where to fit in-because for the life of me I cannot figure that out. There have been stretches of time where I thought I had found where I belong, but it never lasts. It's always more like a dream...right in front of me, yet out of reach. I desperately need your help, World. I’m lost. I’m surrounded by other humans. I pass countless people in my daily activities, yet I have no idea who to talk to. Who to trust. Who to love. I’ve been burned too many times to make these important decisions on my own. I’m not ready, World. Help me.

[scoobydoomistakes]

...I just noticed something.

When encountering this rake, Shaggy gets hit by it… 

…but Scooby doesn’t. At all. Doesn’t even hit Shaggy’s back.

But, he didn’t want Shaggy to feel left out, so he pretended like he collided with it to make him feel better.

What a true pal.

We all could use someone to fake a rake collision with us.

[ifionlyknewme]

A friend.

Dear Friend,

You are my best friend. The term best friend gets thrown around a lot these days, and I feel like it has lost a lot of its meaning. A best friend is different than friend. A best friend loves you as much as you love them, always feels connected to you even if you haven’t had a chance to catch up in months, laughs with you when you’re being ridiculous, never makes you feel judged, accepts everything about you. You, my friend, are my best friend.

I don’t really do this whole friend thing. I hate leaving my home. I hate socialization. I hate being in crowded places. I hate making friends. But somehow when we became friends it wasn’t a difficult thing. It didn’t feel forced. Instead it felt necessary. To me it felt like I needed you at that exact moment. Though I didn’t know it at the time. Looking back, I realized something in our lives lead us to meet. I am forever thankful for the choices we made separately, whether good or bad, that brought us together. Our paths converged into one, and I learned so much from you. I am me because of you.

If we had never met, I wouldn’t know me. I wouldn’t be me. I would never have learned what a best friend really is. You have never judged me for a second in our friendship, nor I you. When you laugh because of something I did or said, I know you’re laughing with me. I am comfortable sitting in silence with you. It’s never awkward, sometimes there just aren’t words to be said and that’s okay. You are the only person I can literally text back and forth with about nothing, literally nothing, for hours. No matter what has happened, or will happen in the future, you’re safe with me, and I know I am safe with you.

Every real friendship goes through hardships. We’ve had ours too. We’re still here. We’re still connected. I don’t care how long we go without talking because the second one of us reaches out to the other, that time apart didn’t matter. It gets immediately erased, and we start right where we left off. If after today, we don’t talk for 10 years, that's okay because I know when that 10 years is up we’ll be right back where we were--laughing, talking, smiling… I’ll see you in 10 years. We’re connected, you and I. I wouldn’t change that for anything.

I love you.

Always,

Your Friend

[madness-of-depression-deactivat]

[mysixwordstory]

I can’t handle loving you anymore.

six word story (by @milan-oo)

[sennenkoi]

[natureac]

This blog will make you feel at peace

[ifionlyknewme]

This may be the best advice I’ve ever heard. Listen to the whole thing, I promise you won’t be disappointed.

[battlships]

I think the reason I say that I hate people so much is because I really REALLY don’t. I care far too much and it physically pains me to see people suffering. The people I do hate are those who cause suffering, but it’s just easier to say I hate people and pretend I’m not quite so affected.

[misshidden-blog1]

[fragmentsofmybruisedbrokenheart]

How do I say I love you in a way that I can melt your heart as much as you melt mine? How do I say I adore you in a way that I can occupy your heart like you reside in mine? How do I say I hurt coz of you in a way that you can feel my heart shatter daily like mine? How do I say I cry every night in a way that you feel my tears on your cheeks like they burn mine? How do I say I miss you in a way that I can make your heart ache as much as mine? How do I say I’m waiting for you in a way that I can make you turn around and run back to me and forever be mine?

(via mizzyjayem)

[mischeviousencounters-deactivat]

Prob the favorite picture that exists of me. Gotta remind myself of this sometimes

[bealightinthedark]

YOU ARE NOT… You are not a horrible person. You are not insane or crazy or stupid. You are not ugly. You are not disgusting. You are not trash. You are not what he did, or what they said, or how she felt. You are not a number on a scale. You are not weak when you are vulnerable. You are not a grade inked on a sheet of paper. You are not a coward because you have fears. We all have fears. You are not a lost cause just because you are still searching. You are not foolish because you care so deeply about things most people don’t take the time to notice. You are not unworthy because of your past or the mistakes you made. You are not doomed to misery no matter what your doubts scream in your ears. You are not hopeless just because you fall and fail. You are not insignificant. You are not invisible. You are not inadequate even though you don’t measure to the world’s standards of success. You are not damaged beyond repair even after all these years. You are not the sins of another or the tragedy of others. You are not limited to how you grew up or who you loved. You are not the mistakes or expectations of your parents. Or anyone for that matter. You are not defeated even though you are wounded. You are not silly. Your dreams belong to you. They are not silly. You are not empty. There is light, and art, and love in you. You are not the only one who feels the way you do, sees the world with dreamy eyes, or hopes that it truly does get better. You are not alone. You are not alone. You are never alone. We will find each other. You will find me, and I will find you. I truly believe somehow we will all find the people we need in this world. We will meet, and it will be a beautiful day when I finally see your smile and the light of joy and peace in your eyes. Until then remember these words and remember that I mean every single one.

~~Acoustic Imagery~~ (via bealightinthedark)

[expressions-of-nature]

[natureac]

This blog will make you feel at peace 

[madness-of-depression-deactivat]

[youreperfecttt]

[love-personal]

[sapphicwedding]

How can emptiness be so heavy?

Six Word Story (via drupahti)