no one saves you

Do you know what it took for me to be here? Do you know what hells i've shed on my way to your mouth? 👄

[sobeitjayt]

People be like “Hey why’d you block me i was spreading negativity all through ya life and you gone do me like this”  

[weltenwellen]

I know that feeling. You have to do something. You have to change something radically, because you can’t stay like you are for another second, or you’re going to explode.

Jennifer Echols, Forget You (via noetig)

[wnq-anonymous]

You can’t let people scare you. You can’t go your whole life trying to please everyone. You can’t go through life worried about what everyone else is going to think. Whether it’ s your hair, clothes, what you have to say, how you feel, what you believe and what you have. You can’t let the judgment of others stop you from being you. Because if you do, you’re no longer you You’re someone everyone wants you to be.

Anonymous  (via wolkenschleier)

[wordsnquotes]

Someday you’re gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You’ll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing. “

Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love.  (via wordsnquotes)

[loserslol]

[art-and-anarchism-deactivated20]

[ichhabedichnacktgesehen]

me me me me me 

[monsterleg]

there’s this moment of awareness for a girl when she realizes her legs (and/or arms, armpits, upper lip…) are unacceptable.

she’s just minding her own business, bopping along, when maybe a classmate starts mocking her for having visible body hair. or she goes to a sleepover and someone points out that her legs look different from all the other girls’. or she walks in on her mom shaving and asks why, and the answer is “because a woman’s body looks nicer this way.” or maybe her mother or sister actually approaches her and says, “looks like it’s time you learned to shave that jungle.”

the point is, the day before that realization, however it happened, the girl didn’t give a shit about her hair. she put on shorts and tank tops without a second thought. she didn’t feel unclean. she didn’t feel like a monster when she looked in the mirror (at least not because of body hair). her hair didn’t stop her from riding a bike or climbing a tree.

only after someone draws her attention to it does she start feeling self-conscious and wanting to remove it. removal, in this culture, is never a choice made free of coercion. it’s never born of a girl’s own naturally occurring desires. the seed of shame was planted in her by someone else (family, friends, bullies, magazines, razor commercials) and chances are that seed will stay with her forever- a sinking realization that her body can be wrong, that she can look ugly or dirty even when clean, that a thing she never even noticed about herself before should be a source of retroactive humiliation.

that feeling is like a scar. every time we look at it, the humiliation and judgment we experienced as kids comes rushing back and the little nasty patriarchal voice in our heads (the same one that says shit like “jesus you’re getting fat,” “ugh why did you think you could pull off this outfit,” “god who would ever want to touch THOSE boobs,” etc) says “ugh, looks like it’s time I shaved that jungle.” and it’s just parroting back what we’ve already been told.

[lyjerria]

I hate feeling like I’m not living enough. like I’m not experiencing enough

[swagintherain]

Well done

[hallucinogenxz-deactivated20220]

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.

[alice-humphries]

if you don’t reblog this, fuck you

[sparkhy]

oh my god this is amazing

[weloveshortvideos]

Raccoon got halfway down the steps and remembered his momma aint raise no bitch

[un-colour-ed-deactivated2018022]

No one ever talks about the heartbreak that comes with losing your best friend

and no one cares for platonic broken hearts (via un-colour-ed)

[broadens]

[hplyrikz]

Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest kept up in her head, which I was starting to think was more and more beautiful the longer I looked at her.

Gregory Galloway, As Simple As Snow (via hplyrikz)

[wordsnquotes]

People who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.

Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book  (via wordsnquotes)

[sunalwaysshining-deactivated201]

My fav thing is looking really hot in front of people who once made me feel like shit about my appearance

[hiraeeeth]

stop fucking hiding, stop hiding your real self