Kisidme

The Kids Don't Stand A Chance.

[xxanax-whore]

[teenageers]

[actuates]

Whether a person was right for you or wrong for you, it will always hurt when you part ways. It will be sad, and it will be painful and it will be terrifying. However the missing, the hurting, and the longing are just a part of the healing. Having those feelings does not mean that you made a mistake in letting them go. It does not mean that you need them to be happy. It does not mean that you need them, period. Whether a person was right for you or wrong for you, it will always hurt when you part ways. Remember- you parted ways for a reason. Remember- you are healing, you are healing, you are healing. Don’t look back.

Don’t look back. |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)

[radioh]

i love her…

[thegoldenmisfits]

Honestly how is it that Barbie handled this topic better than my own therapist did…

[weklwejrwaejflasfkraewl-deactiv]

what the fuck why is this so real???

[jumex]

Barbie SNAPPED

[habibababy]

who hurt barbie

[healingsuggestions]

You are bigger than what is making you sad.

[kisidme]

@kisidme

[peytonfulford]

[technicallity]

[bpdboppidyboo-deactivated201707]

life with bpd.

I’m so fucking tired of living. I’m tired of overreacting to everything. I’m tired of having a good day and feeling like I’m getting somewhere and then have it all come crashing down on me. I’m tired of second guessing everything. I’m tired of missing shit people who have done shit stuff to me. I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired.

[kisidme]

me: -cooking something-

me: -reads directions on box-

me: ok -throws the box in the trash-

me: ...... -picks the box out of the trash-

[fgmotion]

[northern-proper]

One of the hardest things you will ever have to do my dear is grieve the loss of a person who is still alive.

My father’s advice #1 (via northern-proper)

[art]

Artist: Aimee Cozza

Tumblr: http://the9mm.tumblr.com/

[sean-ogorman-sleepcellar]

[juansendizon]

“I want to kiss you while it’s raining in Paris while we ignore the Eiffel Tower behind us.”  —Juansen Dizon

[ror-fucking-ry]

I came in your mouth

and I cried on your couch.

You slapped me in the face.

Later I made tea,

told you my favourite word is ceaseless,

told you my secrets

‘cause I know you’ll keep them.

At one point I wore nothing but a watch

and no, it was no regular Saturday

and yes, I’d do it all again.

[the-blank-verses]

I may be an artist, but you my dear are art itself. You are every simile in every poem I’ve never finished. You are the line that finishes the drawings I’ve yet to start. You are the perfect chord in the songs that tell stories I haven’t heard yet. I work hour after hour trying to create what you put in the world just by being in it.

/Emily (via the-blank-verses)

[historyy]

YOU DO NOT BLEED ICHOR ANYMORE THIS IS THE COLOUR OF WINE THIS IS THE SMELL OF THE SEA ON A WINTERS DAY. DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU? THAT THE HOLLOW IN MY CHEST IS ONLY HUMAN? I THINK IT WAS A LIE. I THINK YOU ARE HOLLOW, TOO. OLYMPUS FELL TOO LONG AGO AND EVERYONE KNOWS HEAVEN IS ONLY A LIE. OUR LOVE IS A MYTH AND EVEN I DO NOT BELIEVE IN IT. YOU’RE TOO BRIGHT AND I THINK I COULD BE BURNING.

ENTER ICARUS STAGE RIGHT // H.A (via ravnboys)