I do not promote depression/suicide/self harm *TRIGGERING*
♥Fucked up teen with low self esteem♥
♀lesbian♀

 

arepeegee:

when somebody whos generally nice gets upset over the smallest thing then its probably because theyre fed up of getting walked all over all the time and having their feelings and belongings disregarded by other people so next time someone flips their shit because you took a piece of their food without asking or wore a piece of their clothing without permission you should probably apologise instead of saying they have a short temper or theyre too dramatic

I have proven to myself,
that I do not need the general guidelines for survival.
That three meals a day, and a nights sleep,
are too much for me.
I can survive on far less than that

I have proven to myself,
that I do not need the general guidelines for life.
That three meals a day, and a nights sleep,
are not enough for me.
I need far more love than just that.

Love makes all the difference. (Jaymee)

I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.

Jean Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness (via malevia)

(Source: fuck-yeah-existentialism)

She deserves better, you say. I say: You’re a goddamn coward. What she deserves is an actual person she can connect with. She deserves you, or me or the entire world; she deserves someone achingly real and honest. She deserves a human being equally raw to pursue her and love her and, perhaps, destroy her emotionally, but she deserves all that as well. She doesn’t deserve anyone’s sugary fairytale. She deserves to float freely, with you, or me, or the world, into the very depths of her own psychosynthesis. She deserves to explore the meaning of the word "intimacy", with someone beside her that will care regardless. She fucking deserves all of it. So, pluck up the courage and be with her or leave her in peace but don’t you dare "sell" her your own "inadequacy" as a lie so that, again, you manage to comfort your conscience and eventually come to feel that you love her exactly because you’re letting her go. Because, darling, that’s bullshit. That’s only you own little self-created lie laying behind a much bigger lie; it’s not even properly concealed within itself, you fucking idiot.

I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do; I never got the trick of it.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via bloodychaos)

(Source: rarararambles)