I'm No Hero

Gendernuetral, Asexual?, Biromantic, Starving, Depressed. Message me about anything.

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Things to Stop Saying to Yourself

1. “I’m no good at …”

Say instead “It’s just a skill, and something I can learn.”

2. “I’m such a failure …”

Say instead “I got it wrong, and everybody makes mistakes.”

3. “There’s no point in trying …”

Say instead “It maybe hard, but step by step will get me there in time.”

4. “Everybody hates me; I’ve got no friends …”

Say instead “It doesn’t really matter what these people think about me. There are others who will recognize my value and true worth.”

5. “I hate myself. I deserve to be rejected …”

Say instead “I am beautiful inside, and have value and worth. I deserve to be cherished and be treated well.”

[fuwaprince]

never give up!

[boysaresuicidal2]

Would you take it? Yes!

[lohver]

She has an undying love for the stars, but she’d drown in the darkest skies just to be by his side.

J.M (via lohver)

[delicatefaerie]

[letmeeelivethatfantasy]

[lilidot1]

[thinlittlesoul]

Things that I'm dying to hear:

“You’re so tiny!” “Come sit on my lap, you’re as light as a feather anyway.” “I could carry you around for hours because you’re so thin.” “I’m so jealous of your body!” “How did you lose so much weight?!” “You’re, like, half my size.” “Do you even eat?” “You’re my thinspiration.”

[delicatefaerie]

[bxtchpxin-deactivated20160522]

[friendly-neighborhood-acethetics]

Genderfluid Space/Stars Moodboard for Anonymous

[idktorn]

[samisoffthewall]

[no-heros-in-sight]

Follow my Instagram @noherosinsight I post there much more frequently, and it's all my own stuff.

[princessfin]

[cryingcuts]

And I can’t seem to lose the weight fast enough.

(via cryingcuts)

[wordsnquotes]

I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Anna Peters (via wordsnquotes)