You Might Miss Them Right Now, But I Promise One Day You Are Going To Meet Someone Far Better. Someone

self-destruction doesn’t always look like taking too many pills or cutting your skin open. sometimes it’s drinking coffee when you know caffeine gives you panic attacks. sometimes it’s crossing the street without looking both ways. sometimes it’s showering with the water a little too hot. sometimes it’s avoiding eye contact with your reflection in the mirror or ridiculing your problems rather than addressing them. sometimes it’s walking out without sunscreen in scorching heat and not wearing enough when it’s freezing out. self destruction isn’t always physical mutilation, mostly it’s masked as little things so never assume what someone may be going through just bc they don’t show you visible signs of suffering.

I hate the “get out of your comfort zone” sentiment because firstly fuck you for assuming everyone has a comfort zone, it’s an idea created in comfortable and privileged environment and cannot apply to survival type lives, I am trying to keep myself in the zone of “discomfort I can survive” and only other zone I can go to is “discomfort that will make me suicidal in 10 seconds or less” and i’m not risking my life for that shit, secondly it’s implying that already overwhelmed people don’t have the right to feel comfortable, and if they work towards feeling comfortable they’re doing the wrong thing, and it’s been enough of that, all of you, every person on this planet has the right to feel comfortable, and should work towards that first, and god knows if i ever find a place i feel comfortable in i will never ever leave

“I’m a mess. That don’t rhyme with shit it’s just true.”

— Childish Gambino // L.E.S

“Now I know I’ve got a heart because it is breaking.”

—

L. Frank Baum

and they’ll ask me, “after all this time?” and I’ll nod, and say yes, because it’s still you, it’s always been you.

(via buhbulgum)

We look at people who leave relationships like they’re monsters like how could you just decide you don’t want someone anymore when they treat you well and maybe they gave up a job for you or moved, whatever. But really we’re allowed at any time to decide ‘I don’t want to do this anymore’ no matter what someone has done for us. Why should I have to stay unhappy just because you treat me well? And okay, maybe I have no reason to be unhappy in the first place if you treat me so well, but that’s a separate issue. Because what it comes down to is it doesn’t matter why I feel this way, just that I do. And that’s allowed. And it doesn’t matter how great you are or what you’re willing to do for me because sometimes it’s just not going to be the right path for me no matter how smooth you pave it.

I really don’t like how society demonizes crying. You’re seen as weak or manipulative if you shed any tears at all about anything. People look down upon you if you cry, or think you’re “faking for attention.” Even in the media, a character learning not to cry is considered good character development, and a character who does frequently cry is portrayed as weak or cowardly. 

The truth is, crying is one of the healthiest coping mechanisms humans have for stress. It’s been scientifically proven that the chemical composition of emotional tears (compared to basal and irritant tears) purges stress hormones from the body and produces a relaxing effect at a biological level. It’s also nonviolent (more than can be said for the more socially acceptable anger response). Humans evolved to cry for a reason. 

If one isn’t allowed to cry (if they would be shamed/abused for it), the stress hormones will build up and cause illness later on. They will have to force themselves to cry because their first instinct will be to repress the tears. They wouldn’t be able to cry in front of people anymore, either. 

Go ahead and cry if you need to, for whatever reason. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it. 

“well I met your (abusive) family and they seemed nice to me”  well, yeah, that’s how they get away with abusing their kids

Being lonely is not what gets to you- it’s remembering what it was like to not be.

Poetry At Most