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You are going to judge me no matter what.
My name is Tuesday. Bi-polar,self-harm, paranoia, panic attacks,depression. I have struggled with self-harm for about 6 years now. I've been clean 8 months and have absolutely no idea how. I'm 16. I love music with a passion. I'm here for anyone who needs to talk, because I know how much you can hide behind a smile. Kik: ChusdeeFoust

Depression is hard to understand, because it is not a consistent state. Depression is rather like a virus, but like a virus, it has its manageable days and its acute, life-threatening flare-ups. You can be in a depression and still laugh at a friend’s joke or have a good night at dinner or manage low-level functioning. You grocery shop and stop to pet a puppy on the corner, talk to friends in a café, maybe write something you don’t hate. When this happens, you might examine your day for clues like reading tea leaves in a cup: Was it the egg for breakfast that made the difference? The three-mile run? You think, well, maybe this thing has moved on now. And you make no sudden moves for fear of attracting its abusive attention again.

But other times…

Other times, it’s as if a hole is opening inside you, wider and wider, pressing against your lungs, pushing your internal organs into unnatural places, and you cannot draw a true breath. You are breaking inside, slowly, and everything that keeps you tethered to your life, all of your normal responses, is being sucked through the hole like an airlock emptying into space. These are the times Holly Golightly called the Mean Reds.

I call it White Knuckling it.

Miles and Miles of No Man’s Land, Libba Bray (via babybirched)

"But the stigma of depression is that it comes with the sense that you shouldn’t have it to begin with. That it is self-indulgence or emotional incompetence rather than actual illness."

(via sonchorizos)


(via keeperofthehouse)

When it’s White Knuckle Time, you will have to remind yourself to stand in the middle of the subway platform, well away from the edge.”

There is an undertow to depression. It doesn’t take you all at once. It leaves you with some false sense that you are coping. That you are in control. That you have the shore still well in sight, until, at some point, you raise your head to find yourself all alone, battered by rough seas with absolutely no idea which way you should swim.”


Jesus, every damn word of this post. It’s remarkable.

(via foulmouthedliberty)





how much can a whale ejaculate????

The average whale usually ejaculates as much as 300 gallons of semen.

thank you

You’re whalecum.

(Source: ccolf)


i feel like the worst bc i’m not thin or little or dainty but i’m also not sexy or curvy or voluptuous i’m just like a gross flabby donut or something


i don’t think anyone realises how much effort i put into trying not punching everyone at school


Today my teacher was writing on the board and he made his letter D weird and he said “sorry my D isn’t very straight” and the whole class couldn’t stop laughing and he had no idea what was going on


WHY would you want weed socks where you gonna wear those?? to church???? to school? to work? no you’ll wear them at home by yourself and take pics of them for the internet bc there’s little marijuanas on them


oh no a boy doesnt like my apperance whatever will i do


You know whats fucking scary? The fact that I could literally change my life at any moment. I could stop talking to everyone that makes me unhappy. I could kiss whoever i want. I could shave my head or get on a plane or take my own life. Nothing is stopping me. The entire world is in my hands, and I have no idea what to do with it.

(Source: jamesbabeshaw)


mom that cigarette pack you found in my bag??? its a metaphor




are you ever in the middle of saying something or showing someone something and you realize that literally no one cares 

I’ve literally stopped talking mid-word in a story and no one has noticed.

This is the worst


half of me is like ‘lets get a billion tattoos and wear killer heels and sharp eyeliner and red lipstick and leather jackets and dye my hair super bright colors’

and the other half is ‘lets wear pastel dresses and cardigans and ballet flats and play ukulele and wear cute jewelry’

and i think that pretty much sums up my entire existence

One time a girl told me it was a good thing I have such bright eyes because my mind is so dark.
She said it was ironic how soft and small my hands are because everything inside of me is vast and jagged.
She told me one time her aunt gave her a present that was wrapped up so beautifully she never even opened it.
She said it must get lonely when the world will look at you but no one will look in you.
(via voguememoirs)

(Source: acutelesbian)


imagine getting a tattoo and then hearing the tattoo artist going like “oops”