Depression isn’t a hot teenager with a secret depression and their crush suddenly falling for them and healing their wounds as quickly as they came. Self harm isn’t a beautiful girl with scars on her wrist with a beautiful boy kissing them saying she’s still beautiful. Anxiety isn’t stuffing your face against the person you love’s chest while they pat your head and tell you it’ll be okay. Depression is constantly believing you’ll never be saved, thinking you deserve to die and no one will ever care. Self harm is hot water stinging your body and scars and blood pouring as you cry. Anxiety is feeling like the world is crashing around you and you can’t even seem to breathe or talk from the way that people look at you for even just a second. Don’t make it seem like a beautiful reality. Don’t make it seem like it’s a good thing to have it. This is not a fairytale where your mental illnesses get you a good love life. These are sicknesses that can kill people within themselves. For everyone’s sake, PLEASE don’t make them seem like a good thing. Because it’s a goddamn nightmare.
please. (via lookfortomorrow)
This is kind of blowing my mind
So you’ve uploaded your caps to Photoshop and now you wish to resize and crop.
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Thank you for thirty-four years of the original Les Misérables production in London’s West End (October 8th, 1985 - July 13th, 2019)
g!p wendy having really rough sex with joy
they hadn’t known each other at all when they had been partnered up for a project, okay, that was a lie. wendy knew joy, more like knew of her but still being around joy made her pants tight and it wasn’t easy when she was playful with her all the damn time. it’s been a couple meetings in and joy had to show up in her cheer uniform and wendy knew she was dead the moment she saw her. “sorry, i’m late, jennie was pissed so she took it out on us. let me take you out for lunch first and then you can bore me to death about whatever the book is about.”
it was nice in a way to have seen a different side of joy, one that she never would’ve seen if it wasn’t for the final project. wendy wasn’t hurt, she knew someone like joy would never go for someone like her and she was okay with that, she had to be because it was easier to tell herself she didn’t have a chance. “at least i read it, unlike someone who is just trying to get information out of their partner. you’re lucky i don’t tell the teacher about this abuse.” wendy laughed as she leaned down to grab her books from the floor and her backpack.
it was only then that a pair of hands grabbed the books and she looked up to find joy smiling down on her, “to make up for the abuse.” she smiled back at wendy before they started walking to wendy’s car. she had been the very few girls in their school to own a car but everyone knew just how rich the shorter girl was so it didn’t shock anyone when her parents threw her her very own sweet sixteen and gifted her with a new car on top of it. what really shocked people was how nice wendy was, how despite being better than anyone else with grades and a voice and money, she never let it get to her head.
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Then you said “You almost dropped me” so then I did and I got mud on my shoes
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