#kill yourself
I don’t care how much you think Sitting Bull was a hero, I don’t care how much you admire and look up to him, dressing your dog up as a Native American, no matter how awesome he/she/they/zhe/zir/plir was, is absolutely cultural appropriation, no matter what your intentions are, and I hope your racist arse kills itself to better the world.
I can tell myself all day, “be heartless, fuck them” but in reality, I have a big ass heart. I can’t treat people badly, it’s not in me.
Sometimes I get scared of being too happy and excited about something because every time I get really happy, something bad happens and I end up disappointed.
Today I read something that said “someone who overthink is also someone who overloves” and I felt that.
Sometimes, when I say “I’m okay.” I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, “I know you’re not.”
The only thing that makes me a little bit happy is the Tumblr notifications.
My biggest fear is that eventually you will see me the way i see myself.
The saddest part in life is saying goodbye to someone you wish to spend your lifetime with.
I know you’re sad, so I won’t tell you to have a good day. Instead, I advise you to simply have a day. Stay alive, feed yourself well, wear comfortable clothes, and don’t give up on yourself just yet. Until then, have a day.
Do you know when you find you’re on the edge? When one day, for some stupidity, tears come to your eyes. When one word too many, an insignificant gesture hit you deeply. It does not mean being frail or weak, but having endured too much, too long.
For once I would like to speak to someone who understands how I really feel.
The saddest thing is when you are feeling real down, you look around and realize that there is no shoulder for you.
Sometimes, you just have to stay silent, because no words can explain what’s going on in your mind and heart.
I lied and said I was busy. I was busy, but not in a way most people understand. I was busy taking deeper breaths. I was busy silencing irrational thoughts. I was busy calming a racing heart. I was busy telling myself I am okay. Sometimes, this is my busy, and I will not apologize for it.
I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days. I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.
He said: “Don’t you feel lonely living in your own little world?”
She whispered: “Don’t you feel powerless living in other peoples worlds?”
If only this anxiety didn’t dictate all of my thoughts morning until night, a constant reminder to be afraid, to not get too comfortable because danger is always there, waiting, ready to strike at any moment.
And she finally gave up, dropped the fake smile as a tear run down her cheek and she whispered to herself “I can’t do this anymore…”
Have you ever just sat with your friends realizing you’re the least important friend in the group and that it wouldn’t make difference if you were there or not?
Faking a smile is easier than explaining why you’re sad.
