Welcome to my world of truth.

*Teenager*

"Il modo migliore è di non combattere, lascia perdere. Non cercare sempre di aggiustare le cose. Sarà giusto questo, sarà giusto quello. Inutili le paranoie. Quello da cui scappi non fa che rimanere con te più a lungo. Quando combatti qualcosa, non fai che renderla più forte. Lascia che faccia il suo corso e se non è giusta per te la lascerai lungo la tua strada e quando un domani ti fermerai a riflettere non ricorderai neanche come hai fatto a lasciarla andare via"

—  Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible monster (via lenzuolastropicciate)

Posted on 24 April, 2014
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"È che trovarsi di fronte a ciò che hai perso e non poter fare niente è come perderlo di nuovo.
E scusa se non ti ho salutato, ma avrei voluto abbracciarti, e non si può."

—  

Susanna Casciani. (via malakain)

mi fai sempre battere il cuore a un ritmo accelerato suz

(via elaconvinzioneafotterelagente)

Posted on 24 April, 2014
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Posted on 24 April, 2014
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Posted on 24 April, 2014
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Posted on 24 April, 2014
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"

The second time I overdosed,
my body couldn’t handle it,
and I threw it all up.
I texted my dad saying,
“I think I took a little too many pills”.

And every time I’ve overdosed,
I always downplay it.
I’ve always tried to act
like it wasn’t a big deal.

That having the urge to swallow a whole bottle of pills
was something daily that normal people do.
My dad hurried home and saw the empty bottle
and he shook me to make sure I was awake.
I kept mumbling “I threw it up.. I threw it up..”
while I was drifting off to sleep.
He had to wake me up every 15 minutes
to make sure I was okay.

Let me tell you now,
it is a big deal.

The third time I overdosed,
I slept through first and second period
and passed out in the counselor’s office.
I didn’t want to go to the ER.
I just wanted to go home.
All I wanted to do was sleep.
Again, I just said,
“I think I took too many pills this morning.”

The fifth time I overdosed,
my dad found the empty pill box.
I hallucinated, I had a fever.
I couldn’t move my legs.
All I could do was scream,
“Don’t take me to the hospital this time.
I don’t want to go!”

I became friends with a girl who had overdosed
she’s one of my best friends now
and when I heard she was hospitalized as well,
it just makes me realize how real this problem is.

A couple months ago, another friend of mine overdosed.
Do you realize how fucked up it is,
that I’ve done it so many times
that I know the exact procedure that she’s going to go through?
She messaged me saying,
“I took a bunch of pills,
but I just realized I didn’t want to die.
I don’t know what to do.
Help.”

And I’m screaming at her over the screen
that she should throw it up and call 911
because sometimes when someone you love
decides that they hate the world,
that’s all you can do.
You can’t teleport through the phone.
You can’t travel through the internet.
You can’t be there to hold them
and take them to the hospital.

Your love is not charcoal that can
absorb all their poison in their life.
I know, love that you would have done all you could.
Sometimes words aren’t enough.
Sometimes love isn’t enough.
Sometimes a person needs to try dying
to know that that’s not really what they want.
There’s nothing you could have done.
You’ve done all you could.
Just keep loving them.

But you see the thing is,
I got lucky.
I’ve made it back from 5 overdoses
without a scratch on me.
But that’s not always the case.
My favorite teacher’s stepdaughter
locked herself in her room and overdosed.

To this day,
her stepmother still has a scar on her heart.
To this day,
on the anniversary of her death,
her stepmother still stays home from school
on the anniversary of her death.
Her sister is in a bad mental state,
and so is her biological mother.
Her family has fallen apart.

You overdose because you think
you will get a peaceful release from death.
It’s not peaceful.
It is not like falling asleep.
It is convulsions, vomiting,
muscle spasms, fevers,
and sharp stomach pains.

An overdose is not instant.

Hollywood has you believing,
that an overdose
is how a lady should exit the world.
As quiet as she came in,
Peaceful and unnoticed.

You will go out kicking and screaming
and wishing you hadn’t taken them.

"

—  

6:03 p.m. (I think I’m done overdosing)

Dedicated to Rae

(via expresswithsilence)

crying

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Posted on 24 April, 2014
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returquoise:

When you try to think of a word and can only remember it in another language.

Posted on 24 April, 2014
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maybeitsmeganline:

dutchster:

hey do you mind taking your clothes off? i’d like to see how angels hide their wings.

that was a double pick up line wow

Posted on 24 April, 2014
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Posted on 23 April, 2014
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blackbarmitzvahs:

inkhat:

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Here’s my theory. The Harry Potter trio are actually representations of the other houses. Hermione is Ravenclaw. Ron is Hufflepuff. Harry is Slytheryn. They’re all in Gryffindor because they asked. In fact, everyone in that house could have been in another house if they hadn’t asked to be in Gryffindor. You have be ask to be in Gryffindor because their most defining feature is bravery and anyone can choose to be brave.

I fuck with your theory, marry me.

Posted on 23 April, 2014
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