hey, just a reminder that holding suicide over someone’s head is emotional abuse. if you have someone who tells you that they’ll kill themselves if you leave them, if you stop talking to them, if you do something they do not want you to do, that is abuse- and you have every right to get out of that situation.
Honestly guys! Walk away or tell them to. It sucks but you need to do it.
(via spiral-upwards-please)
Well over a decade ago… Don’t start guys, please, don’t start.
(Source: lewky, via perfectonlyinher-imperfections)
justthinkingaboutcatsagain:
oldenough2burmom:
Someone please open a ‘cat cafe’ near my office like the ones they have in Japan. Visitors get to order coffee, tea and pastries and hang out with cats. Heaven.
My dream is to do this and save all the kitties in my area. People can come drink coffee and play with kitties who would have been killed in shelters. How amazing would that be?!
Not all shelters are kill.. I work at a no kill shelter. They won’t do the cafe idea here because of health and safety laws
(Source: oldenough2burmom, via sketchedsmiles)
I’m going crazy… I haven’t slept since April. I spend my night’s fetal and trembling and if I drift off I wake soon after screaming my way out of a nightmare and then pace my home turning lights on and off in a Morse code signal. Climb back into bed and watch the sun rise through the trees. Yesterday in the rain 3 cars passed in succession, the sound of water under the tires sounded like deep breathing and I was again terrified of the intruder who I know is behind bars. He follows every step I take. In the light of day I am less afraid because there is no dark corner to hide in that I cannot easily avoid. I have run though, tripping through busy streets in a cold sweat, shaking. Glancing every which way to reveal time and time again there’s no one there. I’ve lit cigarettes with trembling hands as they hung from trembling lips. Beat my body blue and bled to calm the fear. Smoked some jay and drank a lot of beer. Thrown up so violently it has splashed into my hair. And even as kpins dissolve on my tongue, hopelessly I wish to be as Pink Floyd said: comfortably numb
He was 6 and I was 19… It shouldn’t have mattered…
(Source: confessionsabouteatingdisorders)
All our mistakes washed down the drain
i hate seeing people my age who’ve got their life together already like what the fuck
(via ilessthanthreeyoubb)
“you can never love me
i’ll only hurt you
because ‘im a wild thing
you can’t love a wild thing
they always leave
they will only break your heart”
then i walked away
I think I got the most wickid compliment this afternoon. I was told I am a mash up of Jena Marbles and Hayley Williams.
Awesome