You understand do you? You understand how some days, I’m okay. I want to laugh and smile and create something beautiful, how I want to show the world that I’m alive, I want to feel air rush into and out of my lungs. And other days, I want to take a bullet to my head, sit in my room and drag blades across my body. How I want to break things, people and objects alike. I want to slit my throat, swallow handfuls of pills and get hit by a car. You understand how it feels, to be happy one day, then depressed the next?
bless this post
finally some other people who feel the same. bless whoever made this post that is the most fucking relevant thing right now.
Oh damn. So very true.
aw guys, im here if you need xo
Love this so damn muchhhh
this is so rated.
way too accurate
whoever reblogs this by the 4th of April will have their url written on tape and stuck throughout various parts of the world!
My mum and dad are going to scotland, ireland, england, america, egypt and france and they are taking all that i write down with them so your url could be anywhere!
writing down all urls in 1 hour so get reblogging!
It’s going until the 4th. My brother is going so he can take more!
Haha guysss! I’m still doing all no matter how many!
24 hours left!
imagine they came to scotland and I found my own wow okay yes
“This is one of my favourite photos of Chris (my first boyfriend) and me. It was taken in 1998 at his family’s home about five months before he died.” - Miranda Kerr
i have been waiting for this for so long, i saw it in the book and wow :(
Hence her child’s middle name Christopher!
‘After he died, I wrote him a letter that said I hoped to name my first child after him in some way.’
‘I told Orlando and he was the one who said he’d be happy to do that.’
‘Although we were only young, we had both talked about spending the rest of our lives together. I felt as if my heart had been ripped from my chest and I didn’t know what to do.’
‘Chris’ death taught me that the people who touch your life are always with you.
This is devastating.
Tonight, I babysat a little boy named Marley. Marley is a very smart, energetic two year old. He loves to dance and sing and is just overall a very happy child. After I finished dishes, Marley came up to me and pointed at my self-harm scars. “Boo boo?” He asked, frowning. That was the first time I’d ever seen him so distressed. I kneeled beside him, taken aback by his noticing. All I said was, “It’s a sad boo boo.” Marley signaled for me to wait there. He came back and put a bandaid on my arm and then proceeded to kiss it. He told me it was a happy boo boo and it would be all better. I love this little boy to death and this was the only time I have ever seen him look so frustrated. When I thanked him, he just grinned and pulled me back to play games, every so often asking if my boo boo was still happy.
This needs to be everywhere. :3