Prohibited and unthinkable thoughts revealed.

Ideas which are too hush hush for any normal social setting. [J.A.L]

[brenthofacker]

Cuban Sandwich

Nom Nom Photography

[janedoeconfesses]

holyfuckgivemethisnow.

[poetry-is-an-atmosphere]

I really dislike the person I become when I like someone. I get so weak and tender and frail. I turn myself into an offering. I am obsessive and possesive and jealous. What I know about my feelings is that they’re never lukewarm. They burn raw like a second sun. I love you uncritically even if your love won’t ever be returned.

(via fluerishing)

[janedoeconfesses]

Having to bring another fan into my room cos it's super hot even in underwear.

[janedoeconfesses]

me when my therapist appointment is several weeks away: suffering severely, mentally and physically, from my mental illness's that plague me, ready to speak out about the agony i go through everyday, have the courage to ask for help and actually desperately need someone

me when my therapist appointment is tomorrow: i am in a good mood. i feel happy. there is nothing much wrong with me and i find it hard to remember what to even say.

[sherwat-blog]

All credit goes to the masterpost…posters. Because they’re great people.

Cheer up and Relax

Sad?

Ugh, Feelings

Calming Noises

Feeling Okay?

Websites for when you want to…

Cute games

Coping Skills and Distractions

A happy things Masterpost

Feeling stressed, sweetie?

Fun Stuff

Hobbies Masterpost

somethingpointy’s Masterpost of Bullshit Time Wasting!!

For when boredom Strikes

Good psychological games masterpost

Learn To Code

Mental Illness

Anxiety Masterpost

Bipolar Disorder Masterpost

Depression Masterpost

Eating Disorder Masterpost

Mental Health Help Masterpost

Panic and Anxiety Information Masterpost

Recovery Resources

Self Harm

Momma’s Alternatives to Self Harm

Ultimate Self-Injury Recovery Masterpost

Coping with thoughts of self harm Masterpost

Films

The Big LGBTQA* Film Masterpost

Studio Ghibli Films Masterpost

Disney Films Masterpost

Animated Movie Masterpost

What do you mean I’m not 10 anymore?

General Self Help

Abercrombier’s 2014 Self Help Masterpost

Help Corgi’s Self Help Masterpost 

Helpful Links

Everything

One Big Masterpost

Everything Masterpost

Nicoisbroken’s Master list

Literally Rad’s Resource Masterpost

In Case Of Emergency

Suicide Hotlines

Tumblr’s Counseling and Prevention Resources

Dealing with Suicidal Thoughts

Others

If you’re considering sending anon hate

How to Become an Adult

[janedoeconfesses]

Shittiest Aspects of the Signs

Aries: bossy annoying loud fucks that talk over you

Taurus: argumentative and stubborn assholes

Gemini: never stop fucking talking and are two-faced fuckers

Cancer: cries and whines all the fucking time, victim complex

Leo: full of themselves, attention whores with an inflated ego

Virgo: critical and cruel bitches

Libra: no spine - a total follower / kiss-ass

Scorpio: moody all the fucking time, and really mean

Sagittarius: fucking mean and hot-tempered, never sticks to anything

Capricorn: stressed out and wired all the time - no chill

Aquarius: thinks they're better than everyone, probably has an "indie" blog

Pisces: crazy ass mood swings and just generally fucking nuts

[afadthatlastsforever]

P r i o r i t i e s || from my brand new book Playing With Fire available via www.beautaplin.com

[janedoeconfesses]

I will not write about you anymore. I will not write about the hole in my chest. Or my empty bed. I will not write about the dead flowers in my kitchen. Or the million things you've said. I will not be the girl who writes poems about a boy who left.

[janedoeconfesses]

I find pieces of you everywhere.

[janedoeconfesses]

I want to give you back your words. The ones that are reeking and rotting inside my head. Can you please take them back? I don't want them anymore. The drilling, pounding of all the memories you left me with. I don't want your smile seared inside my soul. Take it all back. Take it all back. Leave me hollow if you need too. Nothing left at all. That would be better than this misery.

[rhymeswithdrugs-blog]

crystal

a deep inhale, my cloud-white breath reeking of phosphorous, reeking of death I opened up Pandora’s box and all that was in it were some cloudy white rocks spend my days like i spend my nights waiting for some medicine to get me right no rest for the wicked, the tweaked never sleep my words mean nothing so why even speak i look in the mirror and my eyes look so dead i had an imagination now there’s crystal instead

[janedoeconfesses]

"You are the dark clouds. You are the storm." she told me, softly.  "You will pull me apart if I let you and I am not ready to be broken. I am not ready to be nothing; even for you."  I wasn't ready to broken either. I wasn't ready to be nothing but dark clouds and storms. I'm stuck with the storms though. And I'm stuck with the clouds.  How would she feel if leaving wasn't a choice?

[ruineshumaines]

Liz Climo on Tumblr.

[mylifeaskriz-deactivated2017010]

this really cheered me up

[janedoeconfesses]

This made me a very super, happy panda.

[janedoeconfesses]

You were all empty promises and no heart. Exactly what I predicted. I told you that you'd leave me.

[because-she-loves-words-deactiv]

You do not deserve the poems I wrote for you.

Ten Word Story (via because-she-loves-words)

[backshelfpoet]

Here is my confession: a conversation starter — I like to set fires in my own heart. You, a blessed rag doll. You, venetian blinds, a moth-eaten curtain. Change the subject — sometimes I wander the streets of my mind wearing nothing but a lit cigarette. I don’t smoke, except after sex or getting my heart broken, or all the time, for that matter. Tell me about yourself — have you never been married to the moon? It must be lonely out there, counting stars by yourself. I would kiss you, but I’ve never been good at falling in love. Neither have you, you say, and we smile in the way that does not reach our eyes. A conclusion and parting — we could’ve been a desert storm, hearts blazing in a field of daisies and tobacco lungs. I have never touched your skin, but here is my sorrow. Take it — this is your attrition. Walk east, kiss the sun, and please forget my name.

"I don’t smoke, except after sex or getting my heart broken, or all the time, for that matter." Conversations by a Hospital Bed | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

[janedoeconfesses]

So it hasn't even been three weeks but I'm happier than I have been in years. I don't find my mind wandering to others or find myself needing something more. I don't doubt myself when he is around, well, almost never. I mean, I don't stress too much about what my hair looks like or whether I'm wearing make up or not. I've met half his family already and meeting the other half this Sunday. I'm so excited to be with him, I'm excited for our future. Who knew I'd be hoping for a future with someone so wonderful. Ah. I'm somebodies Girlfriend again and you know what, I'm OK with that. I adore the idea actually. I want to give him all that I can. I want to make him smile, laugh and love. I want to make him feel like he is wanted. And I want him to want me. Jesus. I'm rambling again. But you know what, who cares!? I really really really like him.  UGH UGH UGH UGH!  Freaking out. Keep your fingers crossed that this works.