My thoughts

The hurt. The love. The pain.

[1127472eiskdkw-blog]

stomach : *growls*

me :

[monstersinmirrors]

“Diet and beauty culture thrive on guilt. Guilt over that delicious dessert. Guilt over that dress size. Guilt over those wrinkles. They teach you guilt and then they sell you the solution. Please, never feel guilty for existing. You are allowed to eat. You are allowed to take up space. You are allowed to age. You are allowed to exist in the body you have right now without spending all of your time, money and self worth to change it.”

— Megan Crabbe, Bodyposipanda

[myheadfuckedmind]

If you’ve got something to say, say it to my fucking face

[myheadfuckedmind]

The Little Girl

My entire life I have been eagerly anticipating the future

As a toddler, impatiently waiting to reach the age where I had to go to school. At the time it was the dream, now it seems it can’t be anything but a nightmare. 

Then as a child, wanting to grow up and be ‘one of the big kids’. but no one tells you that the big kids only look like they’re having fun because they’re constantly putting on an act, always seeming to be in competition with each other. Is anyone truly happy?

Then as that stage of life roles around, you eagerly await being in your late teens, so you can experience the love. you want nothing more than to be wanted.

but no one tells you that when you reach this age you want nothing more than to be out of it. whether thats to be in the future, in the past, or to not be at all. They don’t tell you about the heartbreak. the hurt. the pain. whether it comes from a love or just from a friend. it hurts. no one is truly who they pretend to be. the world is built up of a mass of lies. they don’t prepare you for the world we live in. we grow up with this misconception of the world, thinking that everything gets better. but does it really? 

the only thing that seems it may hold promise now is death

[chimichangaslut]

do you

do you know what its like to always wonder to always worry to always fear to always second guess to always wander in your mind do you know what its like to cry because you have no one or what its like to want to die because you have no one and do you ever wish you had someone but all you do is avoid everyone

[lovingregs]

“So messed up I can’t even remember why I’m alive.”

(i can’t)

[a-lost-soul-at-sea]

[psychocreepers]

No, don’t tell her that it’s just all in her mind because that’s the point; it’s all in her mind and she can’t run from it.

Hate (via psychocreepers)

[myheadfuckedmind]

There's more to me than what you see. I'm a person. I love art, music, nature. My favourite place is the beach, especially at night. I love passing time by staring at the stars. It's a distraction. An escape.

[myheadfuckedmind]

What if you were the one, but I wasn't

11:36 pm

[myheadfuckedmind]

My anxiety is giving me anxiety

Just leave me alone

[myheadfuckedmind]

At this stage, all i'm wishing for is to be able to feel again. Feel the sadness. Feel the despair. The Happiness. The love. Just anything but the emptiness.

11:11pm

[myheadfuckedmind]

One thing the world needs to know: I’m not an object. There’s more to me than what you see. More than my fair skin, which some days is hidden under layers and layers of fake tan. There’s more to me than my eyes, which are changed by the thick eyeliner I wear most days. More to me than my hair, which is burnt from my flat iron. I may alter my appearance with these things, but my appearance is not who I am. There’s more to me than my ass, which so many people seem to be obsessed with examining, whether it’s to admire it or to judge me for how far it makes me feel. Theres more to me than my innocence, which people claim they’d love to take from me. There’s more to me than the flab around my stomach, the muscle in my legs. More to me than my clothes and my jewellery. I’m so much more than my appearance. I’m more than an object. I’m a person. I have feelings. I’m sensitive. I have a story. A life. Things make me sad. They keep me up at night. I can keep a conversation. But oh yeah, I forgot. Sorry. You don’t give a shit about that. Only the fact that i have an ass you’d like to grab. Only the fact that my innocence makes me a prude. That there’s no point getting to know me because it would take too long to get in my pants. Sorry to dissapoint.

I'm hurting

[myheadfuckedmind]

I’m fine. The most repeated lie. The lie that will continue to be recycled every day. Because saying “I’m fine” is easier than admitting the truth to yourself. And the question that goes along with it: “do they even care?” But you already know the answer. You can see it in their eyes. It’s a pity question.

[myheadfuckedmind]

Sometimes the world just feels a little more black and white, but that’s ok. At the end of the day, if we didn’t have the dull moments we wouldn’t be able to enjoy the colours

My mind at 8am

[myheadfuckedmind]

You were my first thought in the morning, my last thought at night, and everything that came in-between

thoughts I’ll never admit

[thebeckdelacruz]

Don’t leave without a reason, and then try to come back with an excuse.

(via thebeckdelacruz)