A Truth So Loud, You Can't Ignore

Jessica. 18. California.

[officialdiagnosis]

someone: you forgot to eat? how?? aren’t you starving?

me: I don’t know I can’t feel anything

[portedemarquiss]

[guyleguiff]

[horrorgrafia]

[untrustyou]

[moonlusts]

[hilarioushumorfromouterspace]

[sotick]

[t-o--xic-blog]

[bootykage-deactivated20140211]

[wheretogetit]

[goodreadss]

[diedhigh]

[whilde-daisi]

So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide

Meredith Grey  (via bl-ossomed)

[pulpbrother]

[softwaring]

This sunset was so dreamy tbh honestly

[latenz]

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.

(via alunit)