Turn Up The Volume On Your Favorite Song To Scare The Serotonin Out Of Hiding

Okay, I said I’d do it.

For every reblog this gets, I won’t self harm for a day. Every reblog is someone who cares, and as a result; I care about you too, so I’ll follow you and DM you. Every reblog is a name I’ll write down so I can look back and remember all the people who care. Every reblog is a beautiful person. I love you all, whether you do this or not 💗

gabriel: shut your stupid mouth and die already 🙃

crowley:

“Everything you have ever felt, everything you’ve buried... Forget the bottle. Let your chaos explode.”

*minor inconvenience*

Me:

being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.

ANNE SEXTON

‘The Truth the Dead Know’, The Complete Poems (1981);

original photos and edit

let yourself be a cliche if it makes you happy. go to coffee shops and order something with too many syllables. cry yourself to sleep sometimes. kiss in the rain. draw on your arms. write bad poetry. write better poetry. fill notebooks with your crushes and hopes and yearnings. feel everything for the first time.

around the world in 80 cities: liv, ukraine

Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.