Deleting

Susan. 21. Seattle, WA. Film, reading, poetry, music, lingerie, feminism, depression, self harm, ED, Kate Nash, Kurt Cobain...www.instagram.com/riotgrrrlsusan If you get a follow back from "lisbethsalanderswife" that is me. This blog is my second blog under the same account :)

[honeystrum-deactivated20170904]

who is traitor joe

[matzahball]

and what did he do :/

[blvckberrysweetsin]

If you ever wonder what goes on at Nike once the store closes…

[deactivatedkinggreeley]

HOW MANY PEOPLE WORK THERE OMG

[garrettauthor]

WHOOMP THERE IT IS

[crimeshetyped]

she just blew my mind

[a0n2-fb93p4zmv365zagdj641]

[much--finer]

I'm going to stop using this account altogether so follow me on riotgrrrlsusan if you'd like!

[much--finer]

Slowly removing myself from different social media outlets feels good. I'm going to take a break from tumblr, bye bye! ❤️

[much--finer]

I'm either deleting tumblr forever or taking a hiatus. This website is pretty toxic and I barely have enough time to sleep, so I don't know why I waste precious minutes on here. I'll try and decide what I'm going to do by tomorrow. I need more positivity and self care in my life.

[dryyoureyes-startbelieving]

Your feelings are valid. You have every right to feel whatever emotion you want. You aren’t being dramatic. You aren’t over exaggerating. You’re feeling. And that’s okay.

(via dryyoureyes-startbelieving)

Fucking bye hope 3355

(via restlesswandering)

[societys-misfit]

Sounds like the greatest concert ever

[v-eck]

[much--finer]

Jenny Holzer | You Are Still Here, 1994, Etched mirrored glass, metal

[much--finer]

I was doing so well and then I relapsed

[hirxeth]

"You said for better or for worse. You said that. You said it. It was a promise. Now, this is my worst, okay? This is my worst. But I’m gonna get better."

Blue valentine (2010) dir. Derek Cianfrance

[imreallybad-deactivated20150610]

i wish men understood that when women are talking about feminism and rape culture and shit, it’s not just a political conversation. it’s not about being a “social justice warrior” or whatever. it’s about our actual lives being shaped by misogyny since childhood, and the daily reality of living in fear of violence. this isn’t a fucking game or philosophical debate. this is our fucking lives. 

[imreallybad-deactivated20150610]

this post is picking up like 100 notes per minute its outta control 

[much--finer]

And if you say "not all men" we will instantly lose respect for you

[girlforce-deactivated20160106]

Depression is not Lana Del Rey music, with smeared black eyeliner and tears running down your face. It is not a blood-stained tub, or the blade sitting across from you. It is not being rocked back and forth by a boy as he kisses your head and whispers “I love you,” repeatedly in your ear. Depression is not the dread you feel when the person you love the most doesn’t text you back. Depression is disgusting. It is low and filthy and dirty and it eats you away, bit by bit. Depression is the stale smell of your room and your clothes, because you have no energy to clean anything. It is sitting in the bathtub for hours as you feel that dirty type of clean, letting the hot water run down your body in no aims to stand up and turn it off. It is the hunch in your back and the the defeated slouch in your shoulders, the kind that your parents always try to fix, exclaiming “Sit up straight,” but what good does that ever do. Depression is the hours spent lying in your bed, trying desperately to fall asleep but never being able to. It is your eyes being so heavy-lidded and the circles under them that don’t fade, even after a good nights sleep. Depression is the sinking feeling you get when you enter school and your mind is already set - why would you care about your grades when you don’t even care about your life? It is the darkest kind of dark, the kind that intoxicates your brain and turns your best friends to enemies, your family to people you simply push away so they don’t have to hurt just because you do. It is the raw feeling of emptiness, the kind that gnaws at your very insides and leaves you nothing more than a walking skeleton, incapacitated and incapable of feeling anything but sorrow and sadness for nobody but yourself. Depression is the deepest hole you could ever think of, the only one you could ever think of because you dug it yourself. It is being not only unable, but unwilling to pull yourself up, having the darkness swallow you whole. Depression is not rain. It is being unable to see the sun, even after the rain has passed.

It is 2015. Stop romanticizing depression. (via lighthowell)

AMEN FUCKING AMEN!

(via everybodyshurting)

Preach, baby. Preach.

(via prettylies-and-dolleyes)

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[distinguishedcompany]

thecountryfucker:

New  photos of Cash live at San Quentin via Esquire. 

[fuckyeahsugardaddy]

Legend.

[browndresswithwhitedots]

[amermaidishouldturntobe]

I want a kitchen like this, with big windows and the glory of nature outside.