Social anxiety isn’t cool.
OCD isn’t cool.
Bipolar disorder isn’t cool.
Depression isn’t cool.
Cutting isn’t cool.
Phobias aren’t cool.
Trauma isn’t cool.
Sleep disorders aren’t cool.
Eating disorders aren’t cool.
They’re real things, they’re scary, and pretending you have them is just fucking obnoxious and an insult.
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I don’t think I’m ugly. I know I’m ugly. There’s a difference. There’s just so many unbelievably beautiful girls out there. They can do it without even trying. But I’m just ugly. I’ll never be decent looking. That’s what pops into my head when someone tells me I’m pretty.
Posted on May 28, 2012 with 891 notes x reblog this
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I wonder what it feels like to be skinny, and thin, and wake up in the morning in nothing but a t-shirt, undies, messy hair, that ‘just woke up look’ and still have someone think I’m hot, to have guys look at me, to have guys want to be my boyfriend, to have girls be jealous of my body, to feel my hipbones and collarbones, to feel confident in a bikini, to sit down and not feel fat everywhere, to not rub out the thighs in my jeans, to need a smaller size in the store, I wonder what its like to look in the mirror and like what I see, and not want to break the mirror. Pretty much, I just want to be beautiful. I could go on forever..
Posted on May 28, 2012 with 25,982 notes x reblog this
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If you’re looking for a sign, here it is: Please, don’t kill yourself tonight.
Posted on May 28, 2012 with 7,288 notes x reblog this
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this pic is sex
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