Nah

Nothing to see here

[kushandwizdom]

Develop a strong opinion about yourself so that you are not deceived into believing what other people say about you.

(via awkwarddly)

[isabelrazc]

I remember waking up in the middle of the night to my sisters text telling me the city was bombed. I remember feeling like a stranger in the place where I grew up. Lost and scared. I remember all the faces I met on one of those nights I walked along Roxas looking for fishballs. I remember my people. I remember walking mindlessly through airport security. I remember leaving the city. I remember how I was supposed to be there that night to buy pomelo for my trip. I remember how I could have died that night. I remember that I didn’t.

[magentagram-blog]

I like how men tell us that periods are somehow simultaneously “not that bad” and also bad enough that we shouldn’t be allowed to hold positions of power.

[thatonechick339-deactivated2023]

This is a very important and powerful text post.

[freifraufischer]

[badscienceshenanigans-deactivat]

DRAG THEM NEIL

[wnq-writers]

It terrifies me to think that I may never find someone that I connect with more than the way I did with you. But it also gives me hope because before you, I didn’t know that profound level of a connection with someone was even possible.

Vividlyspoken   (via onlinebabe)

[yars]

[supersexyawesomeness]

[aqueus]

I have this weird theory that some people are drawn to each other because their atoms were near each other when the universe was created and over time the same atoms keep coming back together

[the-new-venus]

What they don’t tell you: Self care sometimes isn’t fun. It’s going to class even when you want to stay in bed and rest. It’s paying bills on time and running errands even when every strand of your being cant stand it. It’s going to therapy and taking your medicine even when you don’t want to. It’s using coping skills even when going back to self destructive ones seems more appealing.

Recovering sucks. It’s hard. But you have to believe in the light at the end of the tunnel. And even on those days you don’t, you fake it till you make it.

Recovery is still worth it.

[oomshi]

do i have a crush on you or am i just lonely

[glitterproxy-blog]

do i like you or do i like that you like me

[sweetsugarydeathx-deactivated20]

do I like you or do I like the idea of you

[nerdswithanxietysaywhat]

do i want to be in a relationship or do i just want to prove that i’m worthy of one

[delicatemotion-blog]

Is anyone gonna eat this taco or should I just assume that they aren’t

[block]

do you ever get mad at yourself because youre not even good at the things you thought you were good at

[willow]

How cute

[hereiyan-deactivated20200202]

me today

[threesideddream]

me more and more everyday

[artofthecatt]

oh snap

[moaccyrk]

REBLOG.

FOREVER.

[thepanthercave]

This is an actual Therapist Recommended method for dealing with a runaway “inner critic” and this comic is perfect ❤️

[nullalibertas-deactivated201612]

Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.

(via bl-ossomed)

[isabelrazc]

Bonnie likes to model for me. I need to actually start taking photographs of other people though.

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[newblogisjacindaelena]

[isabelrazc]

Dear July,

You filled my days with sad movie lines

and unfinished paintings. 

I keep thinking about souls and how some meet and go, 

“Oh there you are" 

while some set each other on fire, 

stand in the ruins and feel nothing.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever have that connection with someone.

I’m sure it’s out there but it seems more elusive now that I’m older somehow.

I don’t know how to be with other people, July.

The sensation of having someone is too alien to me. 

Do you think maybe I’ve been alone for far too long?

See, some people leave their fingerprints. 

I don’t. 

I leave scratches and bruises and cuts. 

I hurt people, July.

Even myself. 

[vanmorison]

my life is constantly just an inner monologue of “why did I do that”