lokiator:

goregeousity:

what if they printed books with glow in the dark ink, so you could stay up past your bedtime reading, but it wouldn’t have to use a flashlight so it wouldn’t be so obvious

the future is now

Reblog if it’s okay to start talking to you.

noregretsjust-love:

September 10th is World Suicide Prevention Day. Suicide prevention begins with you. Know the warning signs, reach out a hand, and offer your support to those struggling. Together, we can break the silence of suicide.

barbarajoangordon:

people say
sadness comes
before a
turning point.
i’ve reached
so many of those
i’m beginning to think
i’m going in circles.

maybe i’m not
written in prose
and maybe
my poetry
doesn’t rhyme.
i’m a handful of words
strung together by a line.

maybe that’s why
sadness is all i know.

maybe i’m so…

kingofwesteros:

people say
sadness comes
before a
turning point.
i’ve reached
so many of those
i’m beginning to think
i’m going in circles.

maybe i’m not
written in prose
and maybe
my poetry
doesn’t rhyme.
i’m a handful of words
strung together by a line.

maybe that’s why
sadness is all i know.

maybe i’m so…

Do you think I’m happy? Do you think that just because I smile, I’m simply full of joy? Like it’s that easy?
Do you know that I sit in the back of the class with my head bowed, hair covering my face because I think it’ll be make the possibility of the teacher calling on me less likely?
Do you know that sometimes I cry myself to sleep because I have so many things so deeply hidden inside me that I know that I’ll never be able to yank them back up to tell someone?
Do you know that I literally feel like bursting into tears every time I don’t know the answer to a question on a test?
Do you know that I have panic attacks almost every single day and I really want help, but I don’t tell anyone because I’m afraid of someone thinking of me as a crazy freak?
Do you know that even though I told you I had a good day at school, I rushed out of the classroom because I felt like my heart was about to burst out of my chest?
Do you know that even though I may not have any more scars on my body, I still have plenty of gashes on my heart?
Do You Think I’m Happy? // Cicatrice (via wheremythoughtsare)