internet friends are hard sometimes bc it’s sad knowing these wonderful people but also knowing i’ll never get to watch your favourite movies with you or laugh with you until we’re both keeled over holding our stomachs and i’ll never get to have a dance party in the car with any of you and i can’t hug you when you need one or go out for coffee or drinks or food with you. it’s simultaneously a huge bummer and one of the best happiest things ever
I’ve spent my 18 years of life trying to be okay with the fact that humans fade in and out of each others’ lives. No matter how I think about it, I can’t make it sound romantic or poetic. To those who have already passed through my life and to those who eventually will: I love you. I miss you. The back door will always be unlocked if you ever feel like coming home.
being anorexic is not a fashion statement, being skinny isn’t the way you go thinking guys will like you. It’s about the person you are in body and in mind don’t push yourself to a limit to a person you aren’t suppose to be . Everyone is beautiful whether doesn’t matter by size it’s just a number.
“At 6 she wanted to be a ballerina
At 8 she wanted to be a veterinarian
at 10 she wanted to be a teacher
at 13 she wanted to be pretty
at 16 she wanted to be dead
at 18 she graduates high school
at 20 she studies for her final
at 22 she gets her diploma
at 24 she finds her career
at 26 she whispers “I do”
at 28 she holds her new born child
at 30 she wipes her tears and says I made it.”—
How to love, Chapter 10
You’re so beautiful and you deserve so much more than what you do to yourself.
“Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.”—something someone should have told me when i was eighteen (via irynka)
So my cousin was in a gay pride parade and everything in her outfit and makeup was rainbow but she was wearing red contacts and while marching, a protester behind her yelled “You’re going straight to hell” and she turns around to face him with her fuCKING blood red eyes and she says “well duh, I got a kindom to run” and the protester nearly fucking passed out that is her legacy I want to be like her