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Anonymous.
I've created this blog to post my journal entries. I'm sick of keeping all my feelings to myself.
This is for letting it out without the judgement and gathering opinions, while giving help as well to anyone who needs it.
Enjoy. xx

  • I will bleed for better reasons this year.

    — Y.Z, An eight word resolution (via emptieds)

    (via feelingsandwhatnot)

    Source: rustyvoices

  • "talk to someone. A family member, friend, teacher, counselor."
    that’s literally the only advice i’ve heard about preventing self-harm and suicide. but what if your family doesn’t speak to you and your friends are too busy. your work hates you because you slept through your three hour shift and your professors don’t give a fuck. no one probably gives a fuck, actually. what am i supposed to do? scream, i’m thinking about cutting myself again? it won’t help. they’ll just say they’re sorry and change the subject. plus i’m too embarrassed to do that anyway. i’m fucking alone. so where am i supposed to go

    i’ll fucking blog about it
    too late now though
    i fucking hate myself

  • I hate it when I can’t help.

  • I just told my boyfriend not to put my happiness in front of his because he was doing something to prevent me from being sad. I told my boyfriend In a very indirect way that his happiness was more important than mine while getting upset because he was trying to do something that was no fun for him, but made me feel better. I need to work on this whole accepting nice things from people.

  • (via cat-sodaa)

    Source: gabrielrobertflores.com

  • papaelf:

    Everything about today sucks.

    Source: papaelf

  • I can’t expect you to want to be there for me all the time.

  • Source: the-personal-quotes

  • The first time I fell in love was with dance. The way the rhythm caught my feet and automatically showed me the way on the dance floor. Painting the stage as it was my canvas. I never felt anything that drove me so crazy and so passionate. After all, that is what love is right? Guiding you into a direction that you feel that passion and joy behind something spectacular.

    The second time I fell in love was with a summer night in June. The way the stars were aligned in the clear sky perfectly for me. I thought to myself “How could someone take so much time to make something so special just for me?” The way they floated on that black canvas above me and sparkled, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. After all, that is what love is right? The time someone takes to make you feel so admirable for the things they do for you.

    The third time I fell in love was with the moon. The way it reflected it’s light through my window at midnight. How could something light up the room when it was so dark? After all, that is what love is right? The way someone shines light on your deepest secrets and shows you there is nothing to be scared of.

    The fourth time I fell in love was with a boy. The way he said my name made me scared and feel hopeless. I melted in his soul and stained his name on my skin. I put him before all the things I previously loved. After all, thats what love is right? Making someone your everything.

    Until he broke my heart and I was left with parts of him stuck in me and the faded stain now left on my skin of his name and my only remembrance of the way he made me feel. Now the moon didn’t shine like it used to. The stars didn’t sparkle the same. Dance was a master piece I couldn’t create. I broke the hearts of those souls that did everything so wonderful for one that had the potential to destroy me. And it may take a lifetime to fix that.

    But after all… that’s what love is right?

    — The times I fell in love. (via casanovaoutcast)

    Source: flowersofcasanova

  • Source: kaylagrundy2

  • of-wildflowers-and-wings:

13/365

    Source: of-wildflowers-and-wings

  • thesadsuperhero:

Dear miss Lang, I doubt you will ever read this (but I’m going to over-do it with the tags so hopefully you do), let alone respond, but the person I love is dying and there is nothing I dread more than being away from her for the rest of my life. It is for that reason that this piece means so much to me. Truly, remarkably beautiful. Thank you for this and I wish you the very best in life. Please don’t stop doing what you do best. 

    thesadsuperhero:

    Dear miss Lang, I doubt you will ever read this (but I’m going to over-do it with the tags so hopefully you do), let alone respond, but the person I love is dying and there is nothing I dread more than being away from her for the rest of my life. It is for that reason that this piece means so much to me. Truly, remarkably beautiful. Thank you for this and I wish you the very best in life. Please don’t stop doing what you do best. 

    Source: thesadsuperhero

  • (via bullied)

    Source: johnunicornelius

  • quacklemore:

    I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have bags under my eyes

    (via bullied)

    Source: quacklemore

  • (via bullied)

    Source: these-times-shall-pass