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To any of my younger followers out there- it’s going to be okay. ❤️️ Although it might be hard to imagine, your younger self is going to be so proud of how much you’ll grow. Keep it up!!

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There's a difference between being happy and being distracted from being sad

K.L.S.

The sharp knife of a short life, Well I've had just enough time

If I die young // The Band Perry

#If I die young #The Band Perry #10s songs #Song of the decade

showerponderings

Nothing describes the feeling of “Home, Sweet Home” better, than sitting on your own toilet.

http://ifttt.com/missing_link?1575807549 (via showerponderings)

suicidal thoughts aside

I really wonder sometimes, what would happen if I die?

It's YOU who can help yourself

thelethargic

#self-help #self help #self love #self care #love #mindset #reminder #you #mental health #mental help #mentally tired #depressed #sad #teens #sad times

brattylikestoeat

chaandaniya

The worst part of having a mental illness is people expect you to behave as if you don’t.

Joker (2019)

Where can I watch The Office sitcom??

#thoughts #questions #the office #netflix #the office sitcom #sitcom #the office faqs #fq #series #tv show

afeelgoodblog

trifoliate-undergrowth

HIS NAME IS SMUDGE

princesstigerbelle

I made this cat famous y’all

And I’m so happy about it

We love you Smudge

I don't know what's happening but I'm physically, mentally and emotionally tired I have no will to do the things I used to do, I do not have the courage to take a new step, I do not have enough strength to carry on every new day that arrives and the sad thing is, I have no idea why...

#thoughts #life #lethargic #diary #tired #help #need advice

sulfurousdreamscapes

I found a passport with my name on it, lying in the top drawer of my bedside table. It had a whitewashed leather cover, an unrecognisable emblem, and the faintest scent of cologne. Below the emblem, it said in fine letters: The Republic of Fleeting Memory.

There was more in the drawer. A photograph of a man with a beard, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a grin so wide, it looked drawn on his face. Several old coins, one of which wasn’t even round. A few postcards with colourful stamps. There was also a hand mirror, turned face down.

The street outside was alive with words I’d never heard before. I held the photograph in my hand and walked to a food stall with a large pan full of boiling oil, and a small burner below it.

I spoke a few words, I don’t remember which ones, and I waved the photograph in front of the man. The man shrugged and said something back. I showed him my passport. He shook his head and motioned towards the fried treats he was selling.

A woman patted my shoulder and when she had my attention, she mimed a beard on her chin.

I nodded, said what I think was ‘yes’.

She asked to see my passport, and I refused. The way she was waving her hand, I got the impression that she was asking me something about myself. My name? My origin, maybe?

I checked the passport again. Whitewashed leather, cologne… and a country of origin.

The United Kingdom of Determination and Indecisiveness.

The woman’s palm was waiting. I handed the passport over to her.

“Very good,” she grinned.

“I understand you now,” I said, and then paused as I felt the words I’d spoken. They were soft, fuzzy, a little warm to the touch. “Why do I understand you?”

The woman flipped through the stamped pages on the passport. “You’ve been away a long time, but I can help you get back. It’s not going to be easy, though.” She put the passport into her black purse. “We’re going to have to pay off some ne'er-do-wells.”

“I’m sorry, where did it say I’m from?” I asked. These words felt differently… cold, a little firm.

“The Empire of Failed Promises,” the woman answered, and looked me in the eyes. “Why?”

“I want to know if the man I’m looking for is from the same country as me. I want to know a lot of things.”

The woman shook her head, and I followed her through the dense crowd. I struggled to keep up, and I kept calling after her.

“That’s my passport!” I called after her.

When she did stop, it was in the middle of a crowd, so that we were like rocks in a stream.

“Give me back my passport,” I said, staring at the purse and waiting for her to open it.

She bit her lip, closed her eyes, shook her head mournfully. And then she returned the passport to me.

The emblem. I could recognise it at last. The Democratic People’s Republic of Time.

WHY AM I SO UGLY

Since Junior years I had pimples on my cheeks and forehead but it wasn't worst like what's happening to me now istg this is the worst breakout ever and it is so fucking DEPRESSING

Before, I get really frustrated because of the pimples all over my face but now it got worst and I freaking can't stop crying when I look at myself in the mirror plus all my family and friends pointing out that I've got so many pimples (BITCH I KNOW!! ITS DEPRESSING ALREADY CAN YOU JUST STFU AND LEAVE!!)