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Your daughters do not exist to give you grandchildren
I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.
I’m happy. I get paid to travel the world. My job is perfect. I meet people from all walks of life and every day is a new learning perspective. I’m happy. I can buy the things that I want. I shop without looking at the tagged price. I’m happy. I have the sweetest dog. He has just learned a lot of new tricks. He gets excited whenever I come home and gets sad when I leave. I’m happy. I have great friends. They’re always there for me. We go out all the time. We love each other genuinely. I’m happy. I have a loving and supportive family. We sometimes fight, but at the end of the day I know they have my back and I got theirs. I’m happy. I watch movies alone. I don’t have someone to explain how the movies go. I don’t have someone to share popcorn with. I don’t have someone to argue with when choosing the movies. I’m happy. I eat at restaurants alone. I see the stolen glances as I tell the waiter I’ll be only needing a table for one. I shrug it off. I’m happy. I walk alone and see a crowd of mediocre people as I would like to condescendingly call them- the couples wearing couple shirts, the families who are just window shopping, teenagers still wearing their school uniform. They seem to enjoy themselves but I know they are not happy. They don’t have what I have. I’m happy. I see photos of families eating at a local fast food store and I wonder why do they even post it on social media. There’s nothing special in that place. They smile at each other and put a caption about how much they love each other. I don’t hit the like button. I’m happy. I paint. I read. I write. I try to cook. I have lots of hobbies to keep me busy. People tell me that I must be so happy doing these things. I never tell them I could only paint when I’m sad. I’m happy. I know that the girlfriend of the first boy I loved controls what he posts on social media. My bestfriend tells me she’s controlling and crazy. I tell her maybe he’s not really happy. Maybe, he’s just settling. I’m happy. I stalk the girlfriend of the guy I had an affair with and tell myself that I am way better than her- that he should have chosen me. My bestfriend and I look at her photos and insult her. We laugh our asses off. I smile. I’m happy. I remove all my make up. I lay down in my bed. I stare at the ceiling for a few minutes before I pray. I thank God for all my blessings and still ask Him for more. I’m happy. But why do every night before I finally go to sleep, this statement turns into a question? Am I happy? I tell myself that I have all the reasons to be. But it doesn’t answer my question. I wonder who I am convincing, the world or myself. I’m happy.
marvel-at-the-night-sky (via wnq-writers)
it’s getting messy. lex calls me on tuesday and leaves a voicemail. “i know you’re ignoring calls right now but we miss you.” i listen to that six times in a row and almost text back. everything sounds fake. what am i gonna say. sorry yet again i made you feel like you don’t matter to me. even the sun doesn’t matter to me. even my own body. i mark the message as “unseen” and hope i one day have the energy. getting back is always so many steps, so many apologies. the little things pile up. sorry about that time i let you down. oh and the other one. oh and those small things you never mentioned but we both know bother you. i want to fix things. i do. but i just don’t know how to.
Like a girl who likes pissing off homophobes
Everything is cool man - Shout these lyrics at the top of your lungs
Slam Seaway ‘’Everything is cool man’’ // Nerve The Story So Far ‘’I can’t pass through Indio without feeling indigo’’ // All You Are Is History State Champs ‘’I swear to you; I’m not getting over this’’ // Kali Ma Neck Deep ‘’Doubt it’’ // Head Rush ROAM ‘’This ones for you’’ // Swords and Pens The Story So Far ‘’Not broke; Just bent’’ // Seventy Times 7 Brand New ‘’I hope you choke and die’’ // Featherweight WSTR ‘’Suh’’ // Quicksand The Story So Far ‘’Everyday not to lose my temper’’ // Eleven Trash Boat ‘’Blegh’’ // Godzilla With Confidence ‘’Covered in the sheets of my bed’’ // Coffee Talk Broadside ‘’Complain about the youth’’ // Can’t Kick Up The Roots Neck Deep ‘’The first time that I got laid’’ // London Lights With confidence ‘’Im a liar; I’m fucking tired’’ // Gobshite WSTR ‘’Miming all the words’’ // Boston Moose Blood ‘’But lay around listening to deja entendu’’ // Cigarettes & Saints The Wonder Years ‘’You can’t have my friends; You can’t have my brothers’’ // Relive the Story As It Is ‘’And he’d never wanna be me’’ // There, There The wonder years ‘’I’m sorry i don’t laugh at the right times’’ // Summer Real Friends ‘’You were heavy on my heart’’ // All hype, No Heart Neck Deep ‘’Go fuck yourself’’ // Untitled Knuckle Puck ‘’I’ve been much better but at least I’m healing’’
The Front Bottoms 11.20.2015 Dallas, TX Plastic Flowers
13 Reasons Why
lesbiansandpuns:
Don’t watch it. Do not watch this fucked up mess of a show. Listen, I’ve been working in suicide prevention for almost six years, and I grew up in an area that had epidemics of teen suicides. The area is actually so well known that the show-writers and producers met with leading experts in the area on the ways that the media contributes to youth suicides - and then did almost everything they were warned not to do, even going so far as to actually show the suicide on-screen. Many of the experts that they’ve spoken with are expressing grave disappointment with how the show proceeded despite their advice.
If you’re suicidal, if you’re depressed, if you self-harm, and/or if you have any trauma associated with that, please do not watch this show. It was incredibly irresponsibly handled and puts people in very real danger.
No. No, no, and simply fucking no. Almost everyone should fucking watch this show; and before you throw rocks at me, here’s why I think this: everyone needs to watch it to open their eyes to the truth of high school and what bullying really does: this show was SO well done, because it shows things how they truly are, they didn’t romanticise it, they didn’t hide it behind a curtain, they fucking showed it all in its ugly reality, and it was the best thing they could have done.
And, before you all sensitive people tell me that I have no right to say anything, I will kindly tell you to stay quiet, and pay attention, because this response is being written by someone who got bullied worse than Hannah did, that got raped by two guys at the same time, that believed normalcy was people being horrible to me, and that, in the end did exactly what Hannah did, and I survived. Because, unlike with her, my parents found me in time, and because of it I’m here; so yes, I am allowed to speak about this, because I know what it’s like.
And, trust me, I am so glad I watched it, and I’m glad it exists, and I’m glad the show showed everything it shows, because if something’s true, it is what it is said on the thirty minute special at the end of the series: we want to hide from the ugly truth, and that only leads to the majority of people thinking the problem isn’t real, thus, keeping the problem within its wrongly thought shameful closed window. So, no, people need to watch this, they need to learn, they need to fucking learn once and for all, because so many great people have left the world because of shit like this, and it’s not okay. I fucking lost someone to suicide already, I tried it myself and died for two minutes according to the doctors, I hear of so many people being lost to fuckwads at school, and it. is. not. okay.
Though, yes, I will give you this: I agree wholeheartedly with the original last paragraph: if you’re suicidal, depressed, if you self-harm, were sexually abused and haven’t been able to handle it, and/or you have a very deep, horrible trauma having to do with any of these issues, then, yes, please, do not watch this show. Because, yes, looking at it in that viewpoint, the show can trigger so much and end up causing people with the listed issues to commit suicide; in the wrong eyes, all it can do is cause trouble.
But here’s where I disagree: If you are okay with yourself now, even if you went through something like that, if you’re happy with where you are now, if you have friends who think bullying can’t be to fault when suicide happens, if you have parents who don’t fucking listen and you’re at the end of your rope: watch it, tell them to watch it, shove it in the face of all those assholes who could become a reason why. Don’t hide it, don’t disgrace it because FOR ONCE suicide and all that lead to it wasn’t hidden behind a pretty romantic curtain, don’t disgrace it because FOR ONCE we get to see the reality of what bullying, or any little action one thinks doesn’t matter, can do, just don’t. Because if you do, it won’t help, it’ll just keep those ignorant people in their unknowing bubble; if you do, it’ll just be as if it had never come out, and no one will talk about the important and devastating issues presented on this show.
You see, in the fourteen years since I was assaulted, I hadn’t been able to tell my parents, I hadn’t been able to tell them anything but what was impossible to hide, like the self-harm that was discovered during my suicide attempt, or the depression I now need meds for; yet, in the happy self-loving mindset I am now in, watching this, watching the pain in Hannah’s parents, watching their horrified faces when they saw her daughter, dead, and bleeding in a bathtub… all I could see was them. All I could see was me in the tub, and my parents horrified, sad, and trying to comfort a corpse; and I felt guilty, and I felt horrified at myself for having put them through that, and I felt happy that the attempt failed, and I felt guiltier for not having been able to tell them everything that had been going on in my life, regardless of how Gilmore-Girls-like our relationship has always been. And because of this, because I watched this show, I was finally able to open up to them, to tell them everything, to apologise about everything, regardless of how they told me I didn’t need to. I apologised for putting them through all that horror, I apologised for not being able to speak, I apologised for lying to them about not having been abused when they asked me. And if I hadn’t watched the show, if my eyes hadn’t been opened to the horrible pain I caused them, we wouldn’t have had that conversation, I would still be lying to them when it comes to that, I would still be shut off about everything that happened. So, no, fuck no: because of this show, I was finally able to take this huge step of telling the people that matter the most to me that, yes, I was raped.
So simply telling people, everyone, to not watch this show because it deals graphically and without pretty curtains, with the reality of suicide, bullying, and sexual assault, is just so wrong. In the other hand, telling people to be careful, to be warned, and to please, PLEASE not watch if they’re depressed, suicidal, self-harmers, or get triggered by anything dealt with in the show? Now that is much, much better.
Simply put: be careful when you watch this show. Be very, very careful. But, hell yes, it should be fucking watched.
Aaaand for a contrasting viewpoint…
you know that feeling when you’re out in nature at 5 or 6am and everything’s still quiet and the air still smells like night time and it’s fresh so you shiver a bit but then slowly the first rays of sun peak over the edge of the earth and everything is bathed in foggy, golden light and you just stand there watching the earth awaken.. if that’s not soothing idk what is