If You Ever Find This

Jul 21

cats-sublime:

offtheocean:

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways

I’m honestly addicted to this song😍

Fuck… This song…

Jul 21

anadorablyawkwardblackgirl:

deznaomi:

In which Snoop Dogg doesn’t give a fuck about your gender policing, and 50 Cent continues to be way too concerned about the sexuality of other male rappers. 

One thing I always liked about Snoop is that he wears his hair in roller sets and pigtails, and does not give a crap about what anyone has to say.  This is gold

Snoop fabulous on the highest of keys.

Jul 21

quote Are you asking because you care or because you’re curious?

— “10 word story" series - #27    (via terrible)
Jul 21
thahalfrican:

fuckyeahitsdomi:

it’s pornstache without his pornstache and cornrows without her cornrows

wild

thahalfrican:

fuckyeahitsdomi:

it’s pornstache without his pornstache and cornrows without her cornrows

wild

Jul 21

grantgustin-s:

u don’t like my blog well dats a

image

Jul 21
Jul 21

let’s talk about the physical affects of chronic anxiety because they’re hardly ever acknowledged

cats-sublime:

baby-snakes:

tombtea:

  • upset stomach and vomiting
  • ulcers
  • muscle aches
  • chronic fatigue
  • hormonal problems
  • irregular menstrual cycles
  • insomnia
  • infections
  • lowered immune system
  • migraines
  • shortness of breath
  • dizziness
  • heart palpitations
  • teeth-grinding
  • rashes

it is a lot more than just “feeling anxious

THANK YOU

Jul 21

automatically:

if you want a nice body, go get it. if you want to become a lawyer, study your ass off. if you want nice hair, pick a style and get it done. stop being afraid and motivate yourself. find yourself. find your happiness, because it’s out there waiting for you.

Jul 21

emliyfields:

we all know that one person you get sexually frustrated just looking at

Jul 21

quote How weird it is to think I used to not know of your existence. I somehow lived my life without ever knowing you were a person. Once we met though, god I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since. It’s hard to imagine I used to be able to live my life without you consuming my head with thoughts.

— kmr (disastrous-heartache)
Jul 21
sonyaareneaa:

sleepingthroughsunday:

the-queer-is-here:

h0ekay:

oh my god unf

Fuck please bite me all day long.

THIIIIIIIIIIIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS.

Fastes way to get in my pants

sonyaareneaa:

sleepingthroughsunday:

the-queer-is-here:

h0ekay:

oh my god unf

Fuck please bite me all day long.

THIIIIIIIIIIIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS THIS.

Fastes way to get in my pants

Jul 21
Jul 21

not-a-comedian:

12exe:

Horton hears somebody he used to know

image

do you ever regret drawing something

Jul 21

kingloptr:

literallytrash:

itssexualhour:

My parents are both pastors and once I was fucking this one dude who’s dad was the pastor of the rival church and he whispered ‘talk biblical to me’ so i started reciting Psalms  23 and we ended up getting into a competition of who could recite the most bible versus before they cummed

you need less jesus

holy fuck

Jul 21

quote

The second time I overdosed,
my body couldn’t handle it,
and I threw it all up.
I texted my dad saying,
“I think I took a little too many pills”.

And every time I’ve overdosed,
I always downplay it.
I’ve always tried to act
like it wasn’t a big deal.

That having the urge to swallow a whole bottle of pills
was something daily that normal people do.
My dad hurried home and saw the empty bottle
and he shook me to make sure I was awake.
I kept mumbling “I threw it up.. I threw it up..”
while I was drifting off to sleep.
He had to wake me up every 15 minutes
to make sure I was okay.

Let me tell you now,
it is a big deal.

The third time I overdosed,
I slept through first and second period
and passed out in the counselor’s office.
I didn’t want to go to the ER.
I just wanted to go home.
All I wanted to do was sleep.
Again, I just said,
“I think I took too many pills this morning.”

The fifth time I overdosed,
my dad found the empty pill box.
I hallucinated, I had a fever.
I couldn’t move my legs.
All I could do was scream,
“Don’t take me to the hospital this time.
I don’t want to go!”

I became friends with a girl who had overdosed
she’s one of my best friends now
and when I heard she was hospitalized as well,
it just makes me realize how real this problem is.

A couple months ago, another friend of mine overdosed.
Do you realize how fucked up it is,
that I’ve done it so many times
that I know the exact procedure that she’s going to go through?
She messaged me saying,
“I took a bunch of pills,
but I just realized I didn’t want to die.
I don’t know what to do.
Help.”

And I’m screaming at her over the screen
that she should throw it up and call 911
because sometimes when someone you love
decides that they hate the world,
that’s all you can do.
You can’t teleport through the phone.
You can’t travel through the internet.
You can’t be there to hold them
and take them to the hospital.

Your love is not charcoal that can
absorb all their poison in their life.
I know, love that you would have done all you could.
Sometimes words aren’t enough.
Sometimes love isn’t enough.
Sometimes a person needs to try dying
to know that that’s not really what they want.
There’s nothing you could have done.
You’ve done all you could.
Just keep loving them.

But you see the thing is,
I got lucky.
I’ve made it back from 5 overdoses
without a scratch on me.
But that’s not always the case.
My favorite teacher’s stepdaughter
locked herself in her room and overdosed.

To this day,
her stepmother still has a scar on her heart.
To this day,
on the anniversary of her death,
her stepmother still stays home from school
on the anniversary of her death.
Her sister is in a bad mental state,
and so is her biological mother.
Her family has fallen apart.

You overdose because you think
you will get a peaceful release from death.
It’s not peaceful.
It is not like falling asleep.
It is convulsions, vomiting,
muscle spasms, fevers,
and sharp stomach pains.

An overdose is not instant.

Hollywood has you believing,
that an overdose
is how a lady should exit the world.
As quiet as she came in,
Peaceful and unnoticed.

You will go out kicking and screaming
and wishing you hadn’t taken them.

6:03 p.m. (I think I’m done overdosing)

Dedicated to Rae

(via expresswithsilence)

Must read this!!

(via depressedandalreadydead)