sometimes i wonder what i would think of my body if it wasn’t my own? like if someone else had my body and i was looking at it from an outside perspective? i think two things would happen… for one, i would have much nicer thoughts about it. and two, i actually just wouldn’t really care about it? because i don’t notice anyone else’s body in the way that i scrutinize my own. i wish i was better at remembering that. absolutely no one is as critical of me as i am of myself

12:34 am  •  1 August 2014  •  511 notes
I’m still depressed, but how depressed I am varies, which is good. Much of the time, it’s a comfortable numbness that just makes things feel muted. Other times, I’m standing in the shower or something and I can feel the nothingness hurtling toward me at eight thousand miles per hour and there’s nothing I can really do aside from let it happen and wait until it goes away again.
― Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half  (via moonsads)

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12:31 am  •  1 August 2014  •  80,594 notes


"Don’t kid yourself" would be a great slogan for birth control pills

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12:21 am  •  1 August 2014  •  286,765 notes



if watermelon exists why doesn’t earthmelon, firemelon and airmelon??

The elemelons

12:18 am  •  1 August 2014  •  707,124 notes


You’re ever welcome with me any time you like,
Let’s drive to the country side, leave behind some green-eyed look-a-likes, So no one gets worried, no

(Source: mirvri)

12:16 am  •  1 August 2014  •  1,408 notes


Do not ground your child because you caught them putting a cigarette flame to their wrist.

Do not discipline your child because they have cuts on their thighs.

Do not threaten to put your child in a mental institution because their only escape is self-harm.

Do not teach your children that if they open up to you about the scars on their bodies, the only thing they will get in return is punishment.

6:27 pm  •  31 July 2014  •  8,523 notes