Hugging shorter people and resting your head on theirs
Hugging taller people and having your head against their chest
Hugging people your height and pressing your face against their shoulder
Hugging people and getting picked up by them
Not having people to hug
Giving a hug that comes off as weird
This post describes me in every way
don’t tell me that you’re doing good
or that you are fine,
you and I both know that you are so far from both of those things,
when was the last time you thought about death?
When was the last time you cried and what finally made the tears fall after all that time?
what is your story of loss?
What words break you?
What words put you back together?
When was the first time you understood the depth of the word “goodbye?”
When was the first time the only thing you could do was lay on the floor and cry because nothing else in the world made sense but brokenness?
When was the last time you really and truly laughed?
Can you remember that far back?
What was on your mind when you got those scars on your leg?
What lies have you believed lately?
When was the first time you understood what “I love you” meant?
Who made you so broken?
Have you even tried to put yourself back together?
do you love yourself?
how much of your skin can you find constellations in?
have you ever tried to understand your eyes?
have you pressed your fingertips to your own lips hoping nothing else mattered in the world if your lips were your own?
have you ever made yourself believe the lie that you aren’t worth it?
how is the weather in your heart?
is it a hurricane or a tsunami?
is there fog surrounding your soul?
have you ever loved another more than you loved to breathe?
when was the last time you really and truly believed that your life was worth living?
Why did I think uni was a good idea? I can’t do this. What was I thinking
An open letter to Jared Padalecki that will probably never be read by him.
When I was 19, my doctor told me that I was going to die.
Now, as a 19 year old, I shouldn’t have gotten news like that. I should have gotten news that I had gotten into the college of my choice, or that I had saved up enough money that I could get my own car.
You might think, wow, that is sad. Now that’s a ‘tragedy’.
But does your opinion change when I tell you that I was told I was going to die because I had suffered from addiction for most of my life? Anorexia to be specific?
There is only one absolute in life: death affects everyone. You will die one day. It’s inventible.
I did not want to die at 19 years old. Without a full life behind me. So I fought. And now I am 21 years old and healthy.
I’ve won my battle for now but that doesn’t mean that i’m not in the middle of a war. A war that I constantly have to fight to win. What you fail to realize is that some people cannot win their war. They will never be able to come home from their battlefield.
What if I grow up and relapse? Does my battle become in vain? Does everything i’ve worked for go to the back burner because my addiction decided to take centre stage again?
You called PSH pathetic for not being able to beat his addiction but I don’t think you understand that you also called everyone who ever had an addiction pathetic. That you undermined all of our pain and our suffering in one word.
A life was lost on February 2nd. A battle against addiction was lost. But, statistically, 560 people lost their battle with addiction on that day too.
And if you ask me: that’s a fucking tragedy.
Watching Grey’s Anatomy and this scene hit way too close to home.
"You think that true love is the only thing that can crush your heart; that will take your life and light it up or destroy it. Then you become a mother."
I think it’s time for bed now.