May 2013
41 posts
Anonymous asked: I'm done. They win. The last of my blood has dropped to the floor and the bottle is in my hands. Goodbye.
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You Are Enough
This word goes out to all the girls out there who are starving themselves. To become something that they’re not. To all the girls out there who feel like their weight is.. an important thing. To all the girls out there who think that they need to “slim down” a little bit to get the attention that they want. To all the girls out there who think that, you know, maybe if they were just a little...
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Anonymous asked: I think I am suffering from depression but I am terrified to tell my parents. I am afraid that they won't take me seriously and brush it off as me being too sensitive. Should I bring this up to my school counselor first? I had a close call with my self harm being discovered a few months back and now I fear that it will become more evident. Please help.
Anonymous asked: So this account is basically for stopping depression, anxiety, self-harm, bullying, etc... ?
April 2013
21 posts
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Take time for yourself
We have so many things going on, recovery, friends, boyfriend/girlfriend, other relationships, deadlines and expectations, and we can’t get out of this mess and see ourselves. This relationship we have with time is actually weird, because we don’t enjoy the good moments. Instead, we dream a lot about the “future moments”, the “If i be like this person I will have more…, If I get that I will be...
The stages of recovery →
Stage 1:
I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost. I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. Stage 2: I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in this same place. But it isn’t my fault. It still takes a long time to get out. Stage...
My AP Bio teacher: Humans have no race. Race is an artificial social construct created by us human beings. In all reality, biologically speaking, there is no genetic variation between populations of humans.
Me *thinking in my head*: THIS MUST BE SPREAD EVERYWHERE AND EVERYONE SHOULD HEAR THIS AND RACISM SHOULD BE ELIMINATED FROM EARTH FOREVER. yeah.
beauty-of-imperfection:
I want someone to write about me. Maybe I’ll a poem - snippets about the twinkle of my laugh, metaphors about the life in my eyes. Maybe I’ll be a novel - a fantasy world filled with each freckle on my face, each smile that I make, each breath that I take. Maybe I’ll a song - my laugh forms the musical notes; my touch creates the tantalizing lyrics.
No matter what it may...
