This boy I knew in high school had a black and white blog that was rather sad and when he met his girlfriend he started posting in color and I think that’s what love is
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Unfollow the depression blogs, the suicide blogs, the pro-eating disorder blogs. The blogs with bones and wounds, the blogs with black and white. You don’t need the crash diets, the thinspo, any voice telling you you’re not good enough. Not even the one inside your head. Let go.
The beautiful things in life don’t translate to shades of black and white. Stop writing and rewriting your suicide note. Everything you plan to say to people after your death could also be said while you’re still alive. Call people up for lunch. Say it face to face. Say sorry. Say thank you. Say I love you. And live to hear it said back to you.
The word “suicide” or “depression” in your URL does not tell me who you are. Your URL does not tell me what you love to do. You are more than the sadness. You are more than the bones that you’ve wanted so badly to show. You are more than your body measurements. You are more than your scars or your wounds. You are more than your tear stained pillow cases. Your sadness should not be your identity.
Stop searching up “cutting”, “suicide”, and “depression” when you’re feeling down. Search up things that will make you feel better not worse. Search up pictures of animals, good poetry, beautiful places you can escape to someday, art, music, plants, quotes.
When the world teaches you that it’s better to be apathetic and that you should hate, tell them that you’ve hated the world and yourself for far too long now.
Let go. Reach out. Ask for help. Because it’s time to try something different now.
4:43 p.m. (It’s time to let go of your sadness)
Date someone who sleeps on your chest and snores in your ear. Date someone who’ll be your Friday night and your entire Saturday. Date someone who is proud of you. Date someone who only makes you cry of laughter. Date someone who isn’t afraid to love everything about you. Find someone who believes love is black and white; you either love someone or you don’t. There are so many mediocre things in life, love shouldn’t be one of them.
i-g-norance (via i-g-norance)
With you, everything felt so
sure. Color in a black and
white world, words explaining
an abstract painting, hot tea
on a winter morning, a definition
of a word I never understood.
Without you, everything feels
so wrong. I cannot tell if I like
my showers hot or cold, pictures
or words, coffee or tea, if I
should sleep on the left side
or right side of my bed.
And lately, I have been sleeping
in the middle, warm water rather
than hot or cold, tea and coffee,
pictures and words that do not
even make sense anymore, and
I am still stuck in between hating
you and loving you.
Stuck. (via dollpoetry)
Sometimes you confuse your needs. You don’t need a boyfriend. You need a black dress, white pearls and red lipstick.
And a drink.
(via im-sad-lets-have-sex)
The person I reblogged this from is beautiful.
No one will reblog this from me.
samee^
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