I posted this three times tonight and had three people tell me that I helped save their life. Thank you to those people who have decided to struggle through to let us enjoy the gift of one more day of their prescence gracing us all. I hope that you all reblog this, to save another few. Because we all dserve another chance and hope in life. I went to the hospital 6 times before I decided to keep my life but I hope none of you suffer that much. And I hope you all can make that scary, seemingly painful, blind, hoping, wonderful step to live.

I want to help you in any way I can. ANYTHING. I mean it. If I had had someone stay with me and text me or talk to me all night, just one time, it would have changed my life. I know how hard those nights can be.




^I love this girl more than words can express.  

foundmywaywheniwaslost: I am always here if anyone ever needs to talk/vent. You have a purpose, Please Stay Alive. <3

Not just for tonight but for the rest of your life. You have so much to look forward to in the future that if you choose to kill yourself, it will be the biggest mistake of your life. You’re going to miss out on people you’ll never be able to meet, kids you’ll never have, a partner to love or partys to go to. There’s just too much that you’ll miss out on. You deserve and have the right to be here as much as the person next to you does. You’re just a drop in the ocean. You were meant to be here and you have a purpose. Don’t ever forget that. And if you feel like you don’t, just believe in yourself because you do. If you ever feel worthless or like shit, know that I love you and those dicks that tell you shit are jealous that you’re who you are because there’s something about you that they wish they could have. Please stay strong and never give up because things DO GET BETTER.

3rd time I reblog this xx

Keep your self awake, I hope your here to stay. This day is not yet over, let me be your four leaf clover.

Reblogged it and queued it so it’ll post tomorrow too. And the next day and the next so I hope I can save someone. We all love you.

someone messaged me this morning saying it helped and thanked me, so im reblogging this again, and queuing it. stay strong guys. 

I reblog this whenever I see it. If you don’t reblog it, unfollow me right now. If you don’t care enough to put this simple picture on your blog, I’m judging you.

The very first time that I reblogged this, I had someone message me the next day saying that because of me, they didn’t kill themself. From then on whenever I see anything like this on Tumblr it’s an instant reblog for me. After receiving that message it just changed something in me. Whenever anyone I see on my dash is having thoughts of self-harm or even suicide, I automatically go to their page and offer them even just an ear to listen. Nearly all of them I receive messages back from saying that they are grateful, and they end up sharing their story with me, and in return I give them advice as best I can. Several of them have said that their lives have gotten much better because they opened up and sought out help.

Out of those people, I’d say at least 5  have even gone so far as to say that they didn’t kill themself because of me.

Idc what kind of blog u are, reblog it.

his love.

Its funny and weird every time i see something like this where a guy picks someone else over a girl n shes all emotional and wrecking ball about it.

Truth is, on the whole, if its about serious relationships, its not that you lack something that makes him not pick you, it could be that you both have similar interests or personalities or whatever and whats the point of having something that u already have within u? Or it could be this..just simply put…he does not love you.

Love isnt necessarily about looks and what not its about that feeling you get in your heart when you see someone. And if he doesnt get that feeling when he sees you, neither is to blame for that. It is something natural and uncontrollable.

So….the next time you think why a guy picked some other chick over you..stop blaming each other and think about it for a little while before you come to a conclusion.

Its not that the girl he picked is prettier or smarter or whatever..its that they click and he found in her what he lacked in himself…a bit like a jigsaw puzzle where they complete one another and become one whole piece.

The same can be said for you. Maybe you love this guy but its just a hiccup on the road. Hes not the one for you. Hes not your jigsaw piece. Yours is wandering out there looking to complete himself. Stay calm. There are plenty of fish in the sea. But only one you can call your own ♥

I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. —Neil Gaiman (via fourteendrawings)

You loved to visit art galleries in town
And write down your favourite poems on your arm.
You used to leave cigarette burn marks
On the back of your hand
So when you waved me goodbye
The pain of your bad habits
Would be branded in your skin.

You used to stroke braille signs
And imagine kissing me, blind
And reading my lips with the tips of your fingers.
There were days when the rain would slam hard like certain truths
And you would smile more than you did
In a heatwave.

You used to scribble lovesongs
Into the steamy shower door
And sing Fleetwood Mac
To stop yourself from falling apart.

I’m guessing that wherever you are in this world;
Either in the heart of New York
or the belly of Seattle,
You still do these things.

I wonder if the next girl will cry you out in poems
Like I do.

W.J, Past Tense (via khudgarzi)

this poem tho

this scene was hilar





just so we’re clear, i use








as gender-neutral and affectionate names

don’t forget son

What am I forgetting dad


You have forgotten who you are, and so forgotten me.



ohhh myyy cutiesssss


I don’t care who the fuck you are, or what you’re doing. You can take 3 seconds to reblog this.

I miss you..





no. why would you. no.

I need to write and write and write until I write you out of my system. out of my solar system. I am out of rotation. I can no longer have you be my Routine—a given, an expectation, a guarantee. you cannot be my sunrise and sunset—a never ending Cycle of passion and letting us fade away (each and every night). I don’t know how to tell you that I would take centuries of darkness, just to never be burned by your sunlight again. —

Playing with the sun

(don’t burn your hands) 

(via aseriesofnouns)


Cred ♥