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intiptopshape:

Stick with the cycle of healthy living!
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findingmyrecovery:

Wanted to share this helpful tool with anyone who needs it. A lot of people have a hard time putting their feelings into words and identifying what emotions they are feeling. This is called a feeling wheel. It can help you get to the core emotion you are experiencing and help you name each feeling when you’re overwhelmed with many emotions

this is so cool
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I have read countless stories
About beautiful girls
With mental illnesses

And they cry and they are beautiful,
and yet they still laugh sometimes,
and their world is made
to look so glamorous

It’s so romantic,
to see a beautiful girl,
shattered at the wrists,
and she hates herself,
but not really.

Because when I became depressed,
It was not beautiful,
And I especially wasn’t either.

When I became depressed,
I wore the same sweatshirt to school,
three weeks in a row.

I convinced myself,
that I could not get out of bed,
or my feet would shatter upon hitting the floor,
and sometimes,
I felt that I couldn’t breathe.

My friends thought that my illness was special,
that it made me mysterious,
and that I was something beautiful and broken,

My dad told me,
Calm down,
It’s all in your head.

Of course it is,
I don’t want it there,
Get it out of there.

And the stigma was the worst,
I felt that I could tell nobody.

Of all the terrible thoughts that plagued my mind,
Because I was taught that I would get labeled,
And that I’m a psycho,
And to keep it to myself that I take pills to be happy,

I was taught that people in the psych ward are loony,
and that they can’t think for themselves,
that they go in the room with padded walls,
and they never come out.

I need more representation,
of the so called ‘psychos’
because we are stronger than you think we are.

They think they know us,
They think they can put us in a dark corner,
and forget that we plague the human race.

But we are all around,
One in four people is mentally ill.
We are your brothers and sisters,
classmates, friends.

And we are not crazy.


A poem I wrote for a project on mental illness for class (via dontfeedthefangirls)

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Maybe I didn’t fucking achieve straight A’s, but guess what? I made it to 2014 alive and if that isn’t a fucking achievement then I don’t know what is.
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THIS

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iwillbeatbpd:

Fuck yeah to the kids who feel like they’re dying inside but still gather up the strength to roll out of bed, get dressed, and leave the house. You are strong and beautiful and worth so much more than you know. 

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If flowers can
teach themselves
how to bloom after
winter passes,
so can you.

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phoenix5power:

This actually made me fucking cry.
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dreadful-secrets:

skeletal-stoner:

a-sad-guy:

alwaysecretlyours:

fighting-against-myself-forever:

veganfitnesss:

renniesane:

I HAVE WAITED FOR THIS MY WHOLE TUMBLR LIFE

seriously.

THIS NEEDS TO GET FUCKING PASSED AROUND GUYS

remember this everyone

Remember this

yes. yes they do.

this is the truth
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For my younger followers & future students:

  1. Go to a party and stay sober. Listen to the way your drunk classmates talk when they don’t plan to remember tonight when they wake up. Never talk about these experiences, just keep them for yourself.
  2. Start driving in one direction on the highway after school one day, pretending like you’re running away. Blast bad pop music and sing along. Stop in the suburbs when your mom calls you to come home, but buy your little brother a cupcake before you turn back around.
  3. Kiss your best friend. It doesn’t matter what sexuality or gender you are or they are. It doesn’t matter if it’s a peck or you escalate to tongue. You’ll laugh about it later, but it will always make you smile just for the memory.
  4. Smoke a cigarette. Let it burn your throat. Cough, loudly.
  5. Take a stand for something you believe in. When half your school laughs at you, take it with pride. Someone agrees, even if they’re too scared to say so.
  6. Make enemies. Make the kind of mistakes that cause your life to implode. Lose everyone and everything to these mistakes. Only when you fall will you find out that you can pick yourself back up.
  7. Sit on someone’s roof and talk for hours. Forget about dinner and tell your origin stories. Let your guard down while the dog barks below. Talk about god. Listen.
  8. Steal Bourbon from your parents’ liquor cabinet and put it in a water bottle beneath your bathroom sink. Spike your tea with it when you think you’ve hit rock bottom. Pour the whole thing down the drain when it’s too strong for you.
  9. Become a stereotype. Buy a record player and combat boots. Wear all black. Dye your hair bright blue and get your ear pierced three times. Don’t care when people laugh at you.
  10. Make wishes at 11:11. Wear your pajamas backwards in the hopes of a snow day. Look for answers at the bottom of a bottle. Pretend writing things on your arms makes you special. Believe in anything. Believe in everything. Open every book and look around every corner. You’ll never look like this or move like this or think like this again. Enjoy it while it lasts or hate every second. But feel. Feel every damn thing.

Top Ten Things to do Before You Graduate High School by M.S. (via sestinalia)

A part from stealing whiskey (my mum never had a liquor cabinet) I have done all of them and now, looking back, I am happy I have..

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cumber-porn:

abaddonadler:

punxs:

this is my friend Sam and I, we go to a private boarding school in lake Tahoe, California. Sam is pan-sexual (liking anybody he has a deep connection with) and myself, well i am a bit confused of who i am at the moment. last night our school had a formal dinner, I asked Sam to be my date a week ago,he said yes! the night of the formal dinner Sam asked our assistant headmaster if he could wear a dress, he said no before he had even finished the question. when Sam and i showed up to the dinner we were holding hands and i was also holding the roses Sam had gave to me. Sam was wearing mascara and lipstick. our assistant headmaster freaked out and told Sam if he didn’t get the makeup off he would be in massive trouble. Sam and I went back to the room to get his makeup off  and came back down. the whole night he was telling us how bizarre and weird we were. the night ended and the morning rose. we both have our first class of Friday with our assistant headmaster. he told the both of us if our relationship went any further he threatened he would take us behind the barn and beat us. he also told us if we were in public school we would have our dicks chopped off by other kids. after this period of being teased, Sam and i got together and thought we needed to do something about this. so here i am, Julien Nicol,15 years old, asking for your help to spread this around and have it know that California allows private schools to discriminate against people with certain sexual preferences.

Signal boost the fuck out of this.

how fu*kin dare he!!
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Just fucking tell her. Right now. This is your sign.
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retr0philia:

dannydino11:

I see a lot of body image stuff on tumblr and I just wanted to put out a little reminder to all you folk, that I think you’re beautiful and I hope you have yourself a nice day. (:

DANNAAY LOOK AT YOU GO
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