Normal People Scare Me @thenormalisanythingbut - Tumblr Blog

I I will never talk to you again or touch you again and that is okay because each are equally painful but sometimes I wonder if they would hurt a little less than this pulsing ache in my heart and clenched jaws in your presence. II for you have reignited something inside of me and I can’t help but hate you for it so please don’t drunkenly text me because even if its meaningless chatter the absence of it in the weeks to follow echoes a familiar pain through me as we recommence our little game where we pretend that we haven’t spent moments together which were tender enough to soften the hardness inside of me III and I know, the fucked up part is that we were never going to work and yet now I cannot help but cry a little when I think of what we had and the way that we will never have it again IV and so I am sad and cold and it is so tempting to hide behind bones and scars and never feel the weight of a thousand broken heartbeats reverberating through me as my tears draw my failures but I am still painfully loyal to something that doesn’t exist so trust me to make a fuckery of something that could have been wonderful. I would I would I would. V no one ever told me that every kiss I would see would feel like I’m touching your lips all over again and no one told me that every kiss would punch me in the gut and instantaneous tears would collect in my swollen eyes don’t you dare tell me heartbreak is beautiful.

we won’t talk again and that hurts a little bit (via e-pisky)

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shorten

there’s a lot of weird shit on this site but have you ever seen a peeled lemon

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I feel like i’m not supposed to be looking at this.

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Nakey

cowboymalewife

someone just asked me about the superbowl? i’m gay, i don’t fucking know

onlinecounsellingcollege

Hope begins in the dark: the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work. You don’t give up.

Anne Lamott (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

thegoodvybe

The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.

Bob Marley (via thegoodvybe)

kisskissfuckshitup

sometimes there’s an ad on my dash and I don’t even realize it cuz yall shitpost so much that I can see a highly detailed graphic of rheumatoid arthritis and I just assume it’s the New Meme™

Don't know what I'd do without this guy in my life ❤️😏 Facebook saw it first #myboyfriendisbetterthanyours #stopbeingjealous #ilovehim

#stopbeingjealous #ilovehim #myboyfriendisbetterthanyours

destinyrush

What a time to be alive

mysharona1987

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not everyone “overcomes” their mental illnesses. I don’t just want to hear from “success stories” that have “overcome” their mental illnesses. fuck the idea that you can’t speak out about mental illness unless you’ve “overcome” it. fuck the idea that mentally ill people who stay mentally ill aren’t “sucess stories” too. I want to hear from people like me who have and will always will have mental health issues. Who’s mental illnesses have shaped who they are, so they will never truly be rid of them. People who still struggle every day but learn and teach ways to cope and care for themselves and build support networks. People who do let their lives be defined by mental illness, but in the way of empathy and advocacy and community!!

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Personal opinion:

Harry should have died in the last book.

I know, I know, like, that’s a common theme, with some people I think. And it’s not because I thought he was a winy kid and I didn’t like him.

I thought it was a cop out.

You have seven books, all leading up to the fact that this boy has to sacrifice himself, even though he’s been sacrificing bits of himself along the way, his own innocence, his childhood, his friends, his mentors, his parents.

So when he does willingly go to Voldemort, I think he should have died. It takes away the intensity of the moment. He should have joined hands with his parents and walked away, he’s done his part, he deserves a break. He was never The Boy Who Lived, he was The Boy Destined to Die.

And then Voldemort walks to the center of the crowd, victorious, arms raised above his head, thrust into the air to declare his never ending rule over the wizarding world (and the muggle world soon).

Another boy approaches him, The Boy Who Lived. Voldemort extends his wand with almost no care, and snarls the words that will make this boy crumple.

But nothing happens.

The Boy Who Lived thrusts the already bloody sword upwards, through the Dark Lord’s mortal heart, his last words dying on his breath.

Neville carries Harry’s limp body back to the others, all lying single file. He’s placed next to Fred, Molly has lost more than just one son that day.

And it is Neville who carries the title, but humbly, as he has all these years. He tends to his plants, teaching students you don’t have to be bold and brave all the time, only when it matters.