Inhale The Good Shit, Exhale The Bullshit.

-Katie
-17
-high school senior
-stressed but well dressed
-nxt, herb.

psyducked:

lms if you want to touch the butt

leftwiththetide:

I have to say I’m a little bit shocked. I posted the go fund me page for my aunt and have yet to get any type of donation… Most of you guys always reblog and comment on my personal text posts but when it came to this, less than 10 people actually reblogged it to pass it along.

Help me out here boos.

(via thlnkdifferent)

Don’t fear change. You may lose something good, but you may also gain something great.

(via thlnkdifferent)

You become like the 5 people you spend most of your time with. #choosewisely

Mark Twain (via observando)

(via sad-butsassy)

I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.

Sometimes.

Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and think of all the things wrong with my body. I can’t stop my mind from the things it tells me. 

"You’re fat." "Lose weight." "Look at your legs!"

Sometimes I want to cut. My brain tells me,

"It’s okay." "Look at the blood on your skin." "Take this blade and make everything better"

Sometimes I don’t want to get up in the morning for school, or anything else. My brain tells me,

"Just stay home." "Fake sickness." "School doesn’t matter."

Sometimes I don’t want to talk to anyone. My brain tells me, 

"They don’t care about you." "No one cares about you."

Sometimes, my brain tells me,

"It’s not worth it." ‘You aren’t worth it." " No one cares."

Sometimes, I just want to,

give up.

5:58 p.m. (An open letter to ignorance)

(Source: angryasianfeminist, via fuckinqcastiel)

Dear every person who says that a mental illness is not
a valid reason for not being able to attend school normally,

Say that to the counselor, the school nurse, the paramedics,
and the friend who walked me to the office on the day of my overdose.
Say that to the kids who saw me sleep through first and second period.
Say that to the boy who sleeps in every class.

Tell that to my teacher who had to talk me out
of suicide on a school night.
Tell that to my bio teacher who saw
me break down during a suicide prevention assembly.
Tell that to the housemates who have heard
me call the suicide hotlines.
Tell that to my freshman English teacher who tells
me I look so alive now in comparison to
how dead I looked freshman year.

Say that to any friend who has had to talk me out of suicide.
Say that to any friend who has had to calm me down
after an anxiety attack.
Say that to every friend and follower that has
come to me with thoughts of suicide.

Tell that to the kids who have failing grades because
they can’t focus, the ones who can’t make it through
a school night without having an anxiety attack,
the kids who sleep right when they get home and
straight on until morning, the ones who
have more breakdowns a day than meals a day,
the ones who have spent more time staring
at hospital walls than school hallways.

Tell that to the kids who cry every night.

Tell that to the teenagers in psychiatric wards and treatment centers.
Tell that to the family of someone who has just committed suicide.

Tell them that school is more important than their sanity.

likeigiveabother:

i dont have a good side im just equally ugly all over

(via sad-rad-and-fab)

ttigersjaww:

im excited for the little things in a relationship like taking care of them when they’re sick or visiting them at work to surprise them or even just to get home from a hard day and see their face and smile at how happy they make me from something that seems so small and insignificant

(via fuckinqcastiel)

Sometimes I miss you. But then I remember how much of a dick you were and the feeling goes away.

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