Shit
I do not glorify anything I post.
Reblog if you’d care if I killed myself

danidollfacex:

paintedbreath:

i tried to scroll past this but that one reblog just might save somebodies life 

I tried to scroll too..


tofugoddess:

little things that help ease symptoms of depression:

  • turn the lights on and open a window
  • eat something healthy and drink ice cold water
  • find a comforting album to listen to whenever things get bad
  • take a long, relaxing bath
  • do yourself up in full make up and hair
  • be around people, even if you don’t think it will help
  • watch something funny on netflix
  • wear your favorite/most comfortable outfit
  • immerse yourself in a hobby like drawing
  • lose yourself in a really good book or movie

finding-happiness-in-the-dark:

I’m proud of you for managing to get out of bed today.

I’m proud of you for taking your medication.

I’m proud of you for eating.

I’m proud of you for being kind even when you didn’t feel like it.

I’m proud of you for practicing self care.

I’m proud of you for not hurting yourself. And if you did, i’m sorry you felt the need to do so, but i really do hope you choose recovery again. You are not a bad person.

Don’t give up. You can do it.

The worst crying is when you’re lying in bed, with your hand over your mouth so you don’t make noise. The tears are running onto your pillow and your heart’s breaking and you’re thinking of everything that made you cry, and your other hand is on your heart or stomach because they both hurt.(via suchvodka)

(Source: itsannaliousbabe)

Whenever you’re going through a bad day, just remember, your track record for getting through bad days, so far, is 100%; and that’s pretty damn good.My amazing friend (via pain-is-temporary-keep-fighting)

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You’re allowed to want to kill yourself,
but you’re not allowed to do it.
You’re allowed to fight with your mother,
but you’re not allowed to to leave her crying on your bedroom floor.
You’re allowed to miss your ex boyfriend,
but you’re not allowed to say the scars all over your arms are his fault.
You’re allowed hate the girl who almost got you suspended,
but you’re not allowed to tell her that the world would be better off without her.
You’re allowed to stand on the edge of that bridge,
but you’re not allowed to jump.
You’re allowed to be mad at the world,
but you’re not allowed to blame it for the state you’ve put yourself in.
You’re allowed to be sad,
but you’re not allowed to give up.
it’s going to be okay  (via pessimistiic)