I looked my scars the other day and I started to remember the first time I’ve cut myself. I remembered how I was fighting and surviving. And I realised that now I just don’t care. My answer to everything is ”Whatever.” or ”I don’t care.” and that’s sad. I am dead. And I am just waiting for the end. And what makes me even sadder is the fact that a lot of young people feel the same. They are waiting for something that will set them free from this thing we call ‘life’… I am waiting,you are waiting. WE are all waiting. But it’s time to start our own battle. Our war. For freedom. Go out,look at the sun and stop pulling down your sleeve,you’re better than that. And you are stronger than that,trust me. Breathe. LIVE. You deserve that and now it’s your time. It’s your time to shine. And why?-Because you have to fall before you fly. Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
its just like this omg
Oh my god.
Depression / Self Harm / Suicide / Advice blog
So I put this on Facebook with the caption ‘this is the serotonin molecule. serotonin is the chemical the brain lacks when someone is depressed. i will get better one day.’ and a girl who I really don’t like posted a mass status about how self harmers are meant to be ashamed of their scars, not posting them on Facebook.
All I can think is, I’m sorry, but I’m not going to be ashamed of something I beat.
okay idk why this is getting notes seriously. wot.
this is beautiful, you are so brave… stay srong
Terry Gilliam, Michael Palin, Eric Idle, and Graham Chapman during the filming of Life of Brian (1979). (x)
There will be a day when I don’t reblog this.
Today is not that day.
In November of 1970, forty people were photographed at the exact instant after the photographer said, “You have a beautiful face.”
Reblogging again because I absolutely love this
its back :)