I want to stop cussing. I want to stop talking to much. I want to stop sharing about me. I want to seem invisible. I want to be forgotten. I want to stop asking. I want to stop being diffrent. I want to stop caring. I want to stop thinking about things. I want to stop being overly attached. I want to let go of the past. I want to be able to forget people. I want to stop holding on to things. I want to stop doing stupid things. I want to not have a relationship. I want to be nicer. I want to stop yelling. I want to stop being a brat. I want people to want me. I want to be perfect. I want to be smart. I want to stop begging for things I can't have. ~Anon
• try not to invalidate your struggles by comparing them to others • everyone handles situations differently • everyone is equip with different strengths and skill sets. • just because someone has it worse than you does not mean your struggle is meaningless
In this house I feel like I can’t express myself. I feel as if anything I like isn’t good enough. I try to show what I like to my family and they always insult it and I feel like a brat. I always say “well I guess I’ll go back to being closed up” but I never really do. Here lately I have lost alot of wight again and I don’t eat as much which is strange for me because I love food, I always have. I have also been wanting to cut more and more. I feel constantly like I’m being judged by the stuff I like or how I dress to the point I don’t want to leave my room. I don’t like myself and I feel like a brat for it. I don’t want to tell anyone how I feel bcause it makes me seem like a brat, hell, even writing it on a anonymous blog makes me feel like a brat at this point just because people read it. ~Anon
Tim, dropping his phone accidentally: man. This is sadder then the time I lost my spleen
Bruce: *chokes on his coffee*
Fun perk of tumblr: everytime ao3 goes down and you're like, "is that just my internet or is something wrong?" You can immediately go to the ao3 tag on tumblr to see other people screaming in agony
I have this necklace. I’ve had it sence 3rd grade and I never take it off. It’s a half of a heart on a black string that says half of ‘best friend’. It’s very important to me. It’s broken countless times on the string and I’ve tied it back together, half of the heart fell off and it’s chewed up from my anxity and it looks so old. Yet I love it more than I can express. My dad has the other side, though it’s been 5 years sense the last time I’ve seen him wear it. ~Anon
absolute batman giving birth to tiny titans cass
shout out to the hearts of gotham by schrijverr and the absurd amount of "batman is pregnant with cass" tweets shown to me in the past week
You’re allowed to love yourself!
yeehaw, baby!
the sun couldn’t compare to that smile