I know I shouldn’t be crying, but its hard when your parents treat you like a piece of shit, they don’t care. They don’t care about my depression or anxiety, they don’t even fucking care that I’m queer, they aren’t helping, “you will always be the way you were born hun, you can’t change that” YES I CAN, I can change, watch me…
You can change to be whoever you wanna. :) I believe in you!
both me
i already knew but now i’m sure that i’m sad and lonely
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I get anxiety from things I shouldn’t even get anxiety from
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You’re scared to put yourself out there now. You don’t open up to anyone anymore. You don’t let a lot of people in like you used too. You’ve changed. You’re more guarded. Your mindset is different now. You’re not the same person you were before, just because of one person.
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HOW THE FUCK HASN’T TUMBLR FOUND THIS YET
OMFG
O H M Y G O D
O H M Y F U C K I N G G O D
forever reblog.
I thought it was going to be a nice and mellow song but then it took a turn as soon as he started singing
FUCKING HELL
I’M IN TEARS
Where’s the download link for this?
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also, fun fact: being nice to someone you hate does NOT make you two faced
it makes you a mature adult who knows when to pick their battles and when to just let it go and tolerate someone for their shitty personality.
if you think otherwise grow up
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I will message every single one of you beautiful people. No copy and paste just straight from my heart. You don’t have to reply but if you want to I will continue the conversation. I dont care if I get 1 hour sleep for the rest of my life I will do this. I honestly care and I don’t judge. I love each and every one of you and if the above is true for you, please don’t go through it alone, even if you just click reblog who knows what a difference it could make.
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In rural Wisconsin, there is an old abandoned park. Built in the 1920s, it served as the town’s gathering place for everyone.
That is, until a newly developed Train and Tunnel for Tots ride was installed in 1932. It was an innocent looking childish train, with one main (mechanized) head car, with three small trolleys pulled behind it. It went around some loops before going into a small tunnel.
But this is where the story gets weird. There were numerous cases of child deaths that year, all of them happening after the child rode on that train system. Some kids went missing in that short tunnel (about ten feet), and others went comatose after leaving. One, upon exiting, was found to be dead. Her dress was covered in what looked like small bloody handprints. Some killed themselves by scratching at their throats until they bled out, and one of them even killed another child before hanging herself with razor wire at the family’s farm.
The park was closed, and the town’s popularity as a tourist town plummeted.
Recently, a team of scientists were sent out to the park. They taped a video camera to the train, and put a new intern in with it, before sending it on its way onto the tracks.
When the train left the tunnel, it was empty, except for the camera.
The last ten seconds were nothing but static, save for the sound of children laughing.
Well thats cheerful
Lets play a game it’s called “is this real or another Supernatural episode”
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corpulent-becoming-cadaverous:
“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”
lol yes, so then i can shave.
Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!
One minute, 37 seconds.
My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
One minute, 29 secods.
I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
One minute, six seconds.
Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
54 seconds.
Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
30 seconds.
Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
25 seconds.
That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
20 seconds.
I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
19. Faster.
18. Quicker.
17. More rapid.
16. It’s racing.
Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
10 seconds.
The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
5. My heart has given up entirely.
4. I stop walking.
3. Just waiting left.
2. Everything is about to change.
1. Deep breath.0000 d 00 h 00 m 00 s
Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
“Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”^^^ THIS IS AMAZING
reblogging for the story I want to keep reading
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You’ve been playing with fire, mother. Prepare to get B U R N E D
I’VE BEEN LAUGHING FOR 10000 YEARS
Update: My mum came home. It’s a good thing I did this in the bathroom because she nearly peed herself when she saw it. After she finished laughing she turned to me with this dead serious expression and whispered
“This means war”
and silently walked out of the room
Guys I’m scared shitless I think my mum is gonna kill me in my sleep
UPDATE: I WOKE UP THIS MORNING AND MY COMPUTER BACKGROUND WAS CHANGED TO THIS
WITH A STICKY NOTE ON THE KEY BOARD THAT SAYS
“I am the oncoming storm”
HELP
ITS BACK!
Who the ever loving fuck, brought. this. BACK.
Literally every time someone brings this shit back, I get like 5 anons that all say variations of “U DINT DO DAT TING U SED U DED” and like 20 messages of “UR MOMM IZ 2 COOOL 4 SKOOL” and I never understood before when people would say “No guys don’t bring this back” like oh why wouldn’t you want notes? Notes are good right?? I UNDERSTAND NOW OKAY THIS IS A FORMAL APOLOGY TO WHATEVER DEITY MIGHT OR MIGHT NOT EXIST SO PLEASE JUST FUCKING STOP PLEASE
MY MOM IS STILL FUCKING TEASING ME
WE WENT ON VACATION AND WE WERE WATCHING T.V. AND SHE HAD THE REMOTE IN THE HOTEL AND THIS SHIT CAME ON
THIS SMUG LITTLE SHIT WAS JUST
I’M GONNA FUCKING
I THINK I JUST DIED FROM LAUGHING ONG HELP I NEED OXYGEN
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