[mjalti]

when they jonas brothers were like “i came from the year 3000..not much has changed but they live underwater..” that was a politically charged remark about climate change and we all ignored it

[vangoth]

how dare you respect Busted in this way

[softbull-deactivated20181230]

not to sound like a soft bitch but i’m really in the mood to fall asleep in someone’s arms

[illusorysuggestion]

i think i’ve forgotten how happiness felt

[theselfcarelifestyle]

Recovery is not passive. It’s a choice you have to continously and actively make.

[vangoth]

Currently in work and I keep disassociating I cannot do this I wanna hide in a hole and cry

[jon-gasca]

I am a woman, by Veronica Ruthf Frias  Photo Jon Gasca

[desultory-suggestions]

Mental illness isn’t imaginary. Taking medication and seeing a therapist doesn’t make you inadequate or unstable. It means you care about your well-being. And anyone who ridicules you for this doesn’t care about your health as much as they say they do.

[randomsplashes]

[inthetags]

reblog this and put in the tags which capital cities you’ve been to

[lesbianblush-deactivated2018053]

[novellearts]

oh my goddd. I thought it was great from the beginning but it only gets better

[vangoth]

Do I fancy them or am I just really horny: a memoir

[9rateful]

[summerthots-deactivated20220314]

I’m hard to love. I’m sorry.

[softcore-revolutionary]

A plus sized girl finding genuine love for herself is not just some inspirational story.

It’s not “omg that poor fat girl can somehow love herself even with her burden of fatness”.

Please stop talking about fat women like their bodies are a tragedy and it’s so inspirational for them to be able to love their “horrible” body. Their bodies are beautiful. Every body is beautiful. No body is a tragedy.

[sumikatt]

if you do not actively desire sex but still have sex that may be self-harm. i’ve done this. it sucks and in the long run will fuck you up when or if you actually desire sex.

[craigslits]

[girlrejectsgod]

She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn’t mean anything but that I didn’t think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.

Albert Camus, The Stranger