What do you guys plan to do as a career?🎃🖤
I feel that you shouldn’t have to know, personally, I’m just going to do whatever and not get hung up on it because there’s more to life than work and careers and it’s important to know you shouldn’t stress out about life too much and focus on the good parts💕
I want to know your plans and how involved in them I am 😊💙📸: @robbyepicsauce
2017 is coming to a close, I'm very thankful for these people for stickin' with me through this year. Some have been around longer than others but nonetheless they each mean something to me. (This is only part 1 by the way❤)
La vida es un ascensor. ¿alguna vez has sentido como si tu vida no avanzara el transcurso que tiene que seguir? Esa sensación de impotencia al no poder hacer nada, como si estuvieras atrapad@ en un ascensor y tu único recurso sea esperar a que alguien abra la puerta para que puedas salir y seguir con tu vida. Esa que llevabas antes de quedarte encerrado. Sientes como pasa el tiempo y te desesperas. Empiezas a presionar todos los botones a la vez, aún sabiendo que eso no funcionará para poder liberarte. La luz del ascensor se apaga y te encuentras perdido en la oscuridad. Comienzas a necesitar aire porque te has dado cuenta de que las paredes se están estrechando y tienes miedo de morir. Enredad@ con los sentimientos de claustrofobia. Pasado un buen rato eres consciente de que no puedes escapar por ti mismo, que nesecitas ayuda. Aunque no lo quieres reconocer. Así que, guiándote con las manos entre la oscuridad, encuentras un botón de emergencias, el cual no habías visto al principio por la ansiedad que sentías al ver que las cosas no funcionaban correctamente. Ahora quiero que también encuentres el sentido de la comparación en este texto. Sé que la vida no es fácil y que el sentimiento dé la felicidad es efímero, pero no estás solo. Tan sólo dejate encontrar, puesto que siempre habrá alguien dispuesto a escuchar, y así poderte liberar📝
//torn between showing everyone the truth behind this face, behind the cascading veils of pink, peachy happiness that radiates like the sun upon my skin like a brilliant mask. Constantly questioning whether my void should be allowed to consume me again so I can sink into my own comfortable existence without pushing myself to become a happier, forgiving person. Is it better to push yourself into a direction that is healthy or to let your mind dictate which way you go even if that means you’ll be consumed once again by the sadness? ✨💎🖤💕 I’m still growing... I’ve got so far to go... ~
I think one of the worst things in the world is when people are undermined sadness, when they invalidate feelings, when they tell you to just get over it. Because now not only are you sad but you are sad about being sad and doing that to people is manipulating them into questioning their own sanity. Why kick someone when they're already down? What are you trying to accomplish?
I swore to myself I'd never undermine anyone's sadness ever and I never will, mainly because I know what it's like to go through it every day and it's never my choice and it's never In the same way. If you are sad, you deserve to be sad. I don't care the reason, you could have done a horrible thing and your guilt is swallowing you whole and who am I to invalidate that? I will still empathize with you because it doesn't matter why you are sad; it matters you are sad and who am I to invalidate that? who am I to tell you to get over it?
I want you to be over it,but I want you to get over it because it is good for your health to, not because you are not allowed to feel. Mourn as long as you need to, no matter how small of an inconvenience you are Mourning.
Because you are allowed to be sad. You're allowed to be angry. You are allowed to kick and scream and Claw the floor without being called melodramatic. You are allowed to feel. You are always going to be brave for feeling. Nothing good comes out of bottling up your emotions.
Don't be quiet because they tell you to shut up. Don't be quiet because they tell you that you are looking for attention, you deserve attention. You know why? Because your feelings matter no matter what. Keep screaming your thoughts until you are blue in the face because it is always better to feel something than to feel nothing.
You touched her
and I felt fucking sick
I tried not to scream And not picture your hands on her
But you went and fucking touched her
and it felt right to you
So you weren't thinking of me
you were thinking of the way
Her shoulders taste
And the way her hips tremble
And I couldn't stop shaking
but none of that fucking mattered
Because I don't get to forgive you for this
I don't get to let you touch me again
Because every time your fingertips
will press into my stomach
I'll wonder if you notice the difference
between the way my lips feel
and the way hers taste
This is for everyone who's ever been hurt, taken for granted, misunderstood, for all those girls with heavy hearts,and scarred parts, smudged mascara and torn apart, baby girl you listen and you listen good. Stop looking in the mirror, glaring at your reflection, that girl with the sad eyes staring back at you is the only person you have in this cruel world. Has being your own enemy ever really worked for you? How about try something different, become your own hero, because believe me when I say you are damn worth saving. Your body was made with imperfections, those flaws you so desperately wish to change is what paints you into and imperfect masterpiece. So what if the boy you like doesn't appreciate the way your thighs dont touch , someday someone is going to talk into your life and love you completely because of those imperfections, not in spite of them , but better yet one day you will learn to love the skin on your body and baby that's going to be the best damn feeling of acceptance youll ever experience. So the boy you love, your bestfriend, who you thought was your soul mate broke your heart? Sure you feel like your body's on fire and slowly youre disintegrating into ashes, but the flames are all in your head darling and you can put them out yourself, you dont have to watch yourself fade away. You're going to be okay, maybe not today or tomorrow but beautiful flowers take time to blossom but fuck its worth it, right? Dont you ever let me hear you say again that he left you because you're "too broken" for anyone to love, dear there is no such thing as "too broken" not to the ones who are worth it anyway. He's an idiot for leaving you, but you know what? Its natural excruciating part of life , some people walk into your life with no intention of leaving but one day you'll wake up reaching out to him but hes no where to be seen. But that's all on him, you can't rip yourself to shreds searching for excuse after excuse as to why he left, stop searching for an answer that you never got. You're not a fucking puzzle with a missing piece , you dont need him to complete you. You only need you to complete you
I am so afraid of what other people think of me that I let them judge me right from wrong. So when you packed your bags and left them tugging at the door, I screamed for you, I cried, I let you put my feelings into a box, label me "obsessive" and "crazy", let you make me into the bad guy for simply reacting. And when I asked my therapist if feeling things so strongly was right or wrong, she asked me, "what do you think?" And I dont remember the last time someone asked me what I thought and I said I think I was doing the right thing by feeling, she said, "then you are"
And now the times I'm grieving, I try to remember that my opinion means something. That I have to value it, value it more than anything. Because once you value your own feelings, no one can invalidate them. You cant tell me what makes me brave. I think feelings are supposed to be felt. You can no longer pressure me into shutting them out.
I'm not crazy just because you say I am
When people tell you they want't to kill themselves, yes they are asking for attention, so give it to them. They deserve it. They have spent so much time in the dark, fumbling to find the light switch. You are the glass bulbs, you can shatter above them or light up and tame them. Freud said that suicide is murder turned inward, when we want to murder someone else, we murder ourselves instead. That explains why suicide is the 10th leading cause of death, while homicide is 16th. The most common reason for suicide is social isolation. Watching our lips move in the mirror. Screaming and being ignored. We have thoughts trapped up in birdcages with a door rusted in self-doubt. Here we are alone.
By midnight 105 Americans will have died today by suicide, that doesn't count the thousands of others across the world who will have died by their own hands at the stroke of 12:00 pm
So yes, if you have isolated someone you are only adding to the problem. Fuck you if you have ignored their texts, hung up on them,blocked them when they had something important to say, if you took one psychology course, you would know that isolation is suicide, yes fuck you if you told people they can't spread their stories like wildfires. You are not the victim in this story. Dont make them clog their drafts with 67 pieces because you're selfish . One day they may stop using their words altogether.
If you made it through this,keep going. You can make it through again, and again and again. You are not tied to the feeling of isolation, no matter who throws it at you. Do not sit in sorrow. You are not the problem, you are the solution. Keep walking through glass shards
Who's the one who died in the 40 seconds of reading this