Reblog If You Feel Like A Failure After Eating One Cracker

Hey so I need help proving my mom wrong, if you have a mental illness and you know about it, either being diagnosed or researching it yourself, please reblog this. She thinks mentally ill people don’t know that they are mentally ill.

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Using my ribs

To slit my wrists

This is the life I live

Obvious cheekbones

You laugh and you throw stones

This is the world I know

Starving off pounds

The wind blows me down

My enemy wears my crown.

fucking me too ugh

I’m posting the last pages I made for Dépendance, a fic Miraculous AU, and I can’t forget to express how passionate I was about this story. There is an engaging plot and revelations you would not expect. Adrien is the opposite of that delicate boy that everyone knows, and Marinette feels hatred for him for what happened in the past. But they both met on a mission like Ladybug and Chat Noir. In this story they have no powers. And Plagg and Tikki are their bosses.

I thank you for helping @raikumesblog offer to paint the last two pages for me. She was very kind. Soon I will make new collabs with her.

Hope you like it

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At 17, I was a depressed teenager who self harmed and wondered about just how painful it could possibly be to end my life.

Right now, I’m laying on the couch, and I can hear my husband reading our four year old a bedtime story using silly voices.

Life gets better. Make sure you’re there to see it.

Why not? Any things possible.

REBLOG AND SEE IF YOU GET A COLOR.

PURPLE: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.

YELLOW: I wish we were friends in real life.

RED: I love you with a burning passion.

GREY: I wish we talk more and being friend

TURQUOISE: I would hug you if we’re met

PINK: I love your blog it’s one of my favourite

TEAL: We have a lot in common.

BLUE: You are my tumblr crush.

ORANGE: I don’t like your blog.

WHITE: MARRY ME PLEASE.

GREEN: I think you’re cute.

CORAL: I think you’re beautiful

BLACK: I would date you

BROWN: I don’t like you.

I spent three weeks in a mental hospital and what I discovered there I feel like should be put into words.

we are not who you think we are.

the boy with turrets told the funniest jokes

the girl who raked her nails up and down her skin could create the most exquisite drawings

the girl who abused drugs had the wisest soul

the boy with schizophrenia had the biggest heart

the girl who tried to kill herself told the boy with insomnia stories to help lure him to sleep

the boy who wanted to kill himself had the deepest passion for cooking

the girl with slits and scars all over her body dried my tears and told me I was beautiful

the boy with anger issues gave the warmest hugs

the girl with bulimia told everyone every day that they looked beautiful in their bodies

the boy who was a compulsive liar told us that he wanted us all to get better, and that he was for once telling the truth

the girl who almost drank herself to death stood up for anyone that felt they were feeling bullied

the boy with social anxiety made sure nobody sat alone at meals

we are not who you think we are.