KIROKAZE
𓃗
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Misplaced Lens Cap
ellievsbear
if i look back, i am lost
hello vonnie
macklin celebrini has autism
titsay
ojovivo
Origami Around
#extradirty
taylor price
No title available
Keni
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
YOU ARE THE REASON
d e v o n
gracie abrams
@theartofmadeline
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from Brazil
seen from Peru
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from Kazakhstan
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Singapore
seen from Romania
seen from United States
seen from Venezuela
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Tunisia
@tsukiyomiiswhat
When I get emotional
Me: maybe I'm about to have my period *remembers that I had it a week ago * "OH HELL NO. BITCH IF YOU GOT TIME TO MOPE AND SHIT, GO DO THE THINGS YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DO A WEEK AGO. YOU ALREADY HAD YOUR SCHEDULED BREAKDOWN LAST WEEK." Is that just me orr
Here's to the people who thought they'd never make it to 2017. All those times you felt so hopeless and empty but still struggled to make it through each day. For the people who felt lonely and alone in this world. Guess what, you made it! You're still here, after all the pain you've been through. You made it and I hope this year brings you good things. I hope with all my heart that you become happy. Because you deserve it. Love you!
All my life I've avoided being attached to people Because it will hurt, oh I know it would And then all of a sudden, this one person comes barging in your life Making a mess of everything and ruining the plans you had for yourself Leaving you in a constant state of anxiety and confusion
-J.L / jlmpnt
so for my art project we had to fake a death/murder. for mine I did someone who had jumped off a building. when I was laying down while the picture was being taken, 7 people came running up to me asking if I was okay and if I needed an ambulance etc. I’ve been suicidal for a very long time, and the thoughts of jumping off buildings and ending my life have gone through my mind a thousand times. But the fact that people actually stopped and came running over to see if I was alright made me see that people do care, strangers care. so many people looked and walked past, but these 7 people some how took these suicidal feelings away… weird huh? But the moral of this story is that people do care about you, even people who don’t know who you are.
if you don’t reblog this, fuck you
oh my god this is amazing
There comes a point in your life when you get tired of everything, about life in general. Nothing makes sense anymore and you don’t know what to do. All my life I’ve wished for one thing. Peace. I wanted to be at peace. I’ve always been so busy trying to organize the mess that is my life. I’ve wished for a lot of things. I wished for better days, where I can truly rest and appreciate the few things that could actually make me happy. I wished that I’d been born in a different family. Perhaps I’d know what it feels to love. Maybe then, I’d learn what it means and I’d be able to trust and let others in my heart. I wanted to experience a lot and make many wonderful memories. But I don’t have that. It’s just me trying to get through countless empty days. And I’m so so tired. I dreamed of traveling the world, having my own house and living alone in a place where I can be myself. I’ve been moving from one place to another, but I have never felt content no matter where it is. I have never uttered the words “Home sweet home”. Where is home? Where do I even belong? I went through a year of depression and never told anyone about it. During that time, I was all alone. I wanted to be, and I badly needed to ease some of the pain and so I tried to kill myself. Numerous attempts but I could never go through it. And all I got were scars. Every failed attempt would make me break down in tears. Why? Why can’t I do this? I’m tired. My body and my heart is tired. It feels like I’m choking every single day. I’d stay up late and I couldn’t accept that I was so weak, that I was so fucked up and so I found reasons to cry about. Books, movies, anything I could get my hands on. If it could distract me then it’s good. But writing, it was the one that helped me out the most. When my emotions were getting out of control, I’d go to my room and write. And I would feel better. Then I had to move back to one of the cities where I’ve lived in the past. I stayed with my father. I thought this time my life would improve. But I soon realized that that’s not going to happen. It became worse. My father, he was irresponsible. He would be home late at night or the next day, drunk. And he was abusive, verbally and physically. And now, I get easily startled, my heart would speed up and would tense up every time I hear someone older than me raise their voice. My desire to be independent grew stronger, I graduated in highschool as the top of the class and got two scholarships for college. I was happy, it was one step closer to achieving my goals. First semester of freshman year ended and the second one came. We were barely getting by. I applied as a housemaid and I’d work 3 times a week to do their laundry and other tasks I’m asked to do. I had to juggle these with my studies since I’m taking up a degree in psychology. There were times that I wasn’t able to eat for almost two days that my hands & knees would start shaking and I had no energy left in me and I’d have trouble walking straight. How I managed to pass all my subjects still baffles me. Sophomore year was when the shittiest things happened . My arguments with my father got worse to the point that he hit me so many times that my face had bruises and wounds and my cheekbones and noseline were swollen. I never went to a doctor and it took almost 4 weeks to be fully healed. The next argument that we had ended up with him making my brother and I drop out from school. I was 17 and I couldn’t do anything. And then I decided to move to another city and I took my brother with me. I was so certain that this time would be different. A fresh start. Away from people who could hurt us. But I should’ve known better. I had forgotten about my mother. She had always been unreliable and in my entire life I’ve only seen her about 4 times. And I never thought she’d get worse. Now we’re buried in debt and all she seems to be good at are lying, making up excuses and making promises she can’t keep. Sometimes I wonder whether she went to another country to provide for us or get away from the responsibility of raising two kids. I’m supposed to be a 3rd year college student right now but I’m not. So many things have happened that weren’t part of the plan I had in my mind to achieve the life I’ve always wanted. And it’s a horrible feeling when you’re stuck in one place and you see the world moving around you. The people you know, even strangers continuing forward while you’re left behind, unable to move or make even a small single step.
AND I am writing this so I would remember just how far I’ve come, that I’ve survived those times even when it felt like hell at that moment. To keep me from falling to another depression because these past few months have been hard. And I don’t want to jerk awake and realize I’ve been dreaming of killing myself again and longing for death. I have to remember that I have to hold on.
-J.L/jlmpnt
Who hurt you
My expectations
Feels
i am sorry that someone out there made you distrust love. that they walked into your life and broke apart the most beautiful feeling there is. that now you don’t trust family, don’t trust friendship. that you live waiting for people to abandon you, that you leave early so they don’t leave you.
AND DON’T
FUCKING
TELL PEOPLE
THAT THEY’RE NOT TRYING
BECAUSE HOW THE FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW IF THEY’RE TRYING OR NOT
JUST BECAUSE IT DOESN’T LIVE UP TO YOUR STANDARDS DOESN’T MEAN THEY’RE NOT TRYING
Preach
Has it always been this way? I never noticed. Was I always the one who had to fix things and understand you? Only when you brushed off my feelings like it was nothing did I know. You were bad for me. And I can’t do anything about it ,because my heart is too stubborn and it still loves you.
jlmpnt/J.L
have you ever experienced that feeling where you fall in love with your otp all over again? like everyone loves their otps as they progress slowly and they slowly fall in love with them, but then while reading fanfic or watching fanvids or just sitting around but you’re suddenly hit by how beautiful and amazing your otp is all over again and just how far they’ve come and every reason why you ship them and it just makes you emotional and want to cry in the middle of the room and it’s fucking wonderful
Love is kind of like a bag of chips and a dip Its either you run out of dip first or you run out of chips. Same as when you love someone, One day you’ll realize one of you has no love left to give. People are left hanging because they have offered so much or offered so little of love. You still want to eat the chips but the dip’s all gone. You can’t eat only the dip either. It just isn’t the same anymore, so you leave it or even throw it away. You feel like it’s such a waste but you end up doing it anyway. It’s frustrating. Just like love. To put it plainly, it sucks. It would’ve been so much better if you always finish both the bag of chips and dip together. When you both fall out of love at the same time Or you both stay in love till the end of time.
J.L/jlmpnt
Stuck between KINDA WANNA BE IN A RELATIONSHIP & NEVER WANTING TO FALL INLOVE- EVER
J.L/jlmpnt
I may not know much about love But I am certain that loving does not come with lies or half-truths, Broken promises and half-assed excuses
J.L/jlmpnt
I feel like I relate to this. But I don’t know if I’m still in denial or I’ve gotten so used to the disappointment when it comes to my mother that I don’t feel anything anymore and end up ignoring her words because none of it was ever true. Not her promises, not the reasons and excuses maybe not even her love.
Sometimes I think everything would be about a thousand times easier if I could do everything under water, with no one bothering me, everyone’s words distorted and far away, and me just under the surface, fast and untouchable.
The art of being normal by Lisa Williamson (via words-and-coffee)
"Does it hurt?" I don't know. I've locked up my heart so tight Bottled my emotions for too long I don't even recognize my heart anymore When does a person stop feeling anything? It's like I feel, and I don't at the same time I'm happy but not really I'm sad but I don't cry I get lonely but I don't long for company My emotions are so fleeting One moment it's there and disappears just as quick as it came Like a matchstick--easily burnt out I am unable to feel things deeply "Does it hurt?" I truly don't know. Does it?
-J.L/jlmpnt
Book of the day: The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood
Get the FREE Kindle Reading App
