May162013
flussdernostalgie: don’t let the water drag you down

flussdernostalgie:

don’t let the water drag you down

(via lastrealdreamerr)
4PM

I feel like shit today. -__-

writing 

May122013
skizzisaboss10: I AM SO DONE with people judging stud on stud relationships. What is the big deal ? They’re lesbians. That’s it. No different than any other gay relationship. So why must we face a stigma placed upon us by the people who are supposed to support us no matter what?! Our brothers and sisters. The ones who should understand the hate from homophobic people. But instead they bash our relationships just like everyone else. Isn’t it traditional marriage that is the problem we are facing? So why must you bring the “one girly, one guyish” tradition on to us? We are not traditional nor do we want to be. We want to be treated equally just as you. You can’t support gay relationships but not support the stud for stud ones. It’s ridiculous and no one will understand how much it irritates me. I’m tired of it. There’s my rant. Keep it in the back of your mind for next time when you try to judge my relationship. ✌ (at 😡😡😡😤😤😤😤)

skizzisaboss10:

I AM SO DONE with people judging stud on stud relationships. What is the big deal ? They’re lesbians. That’s it. No different than any other gay relationship. So why must we face a stigma placed upon us by the people who are supposed to support us no matter what?! Our brothers and sisters. The ones who should understand the hate from homophobic people. But instead they bash our relationships just like everyone else. Isn’t it traditional marriage that is the problem we are facing? So why must you bring the “one girly, one guyish” tradition on to us? We are not traditional nor do we want to be. We want to be treated equally just as you. You can’t support gay relationships but not support the stud for stud ones. It’s ridiculous and no one will understand how much it irritates me. I’m tired of it. There’s my rant. Keep it in the back of your mind for next time when you try to judge my relationship. ✌ (at 😡😡😡😤😤😤😤)
7PM

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9AM
malformalady: The bloodwood tree(Pterocarpus angolensis) is a deciduous, spreading and slightly flat-crowned tree with a high canopy. It reaches about 15 metres in height and has dark bark. The bloodwood grows warm, areas in the northeast of the Africa, extending into Zimbabwe, northern Botswana, Mozambique and Namibia. The red sap is used traditionally as a dye and in some areas mixed with animal fat to make a cosmetic for faces and bodies. It is also believed to have magical properties for the curing of problems concerning blood, apparently because of its close resemblance to blood.

malformalady:

The bloodwood tree(Pterocarpus angolensis) is a deciduous, spreading and slightly flat-crowned tree with a high canopy. It reaches about 15 metres in height and has dark bark. The bloodwood grows warm, areas in the northeast of the Africa, extending into Zimbabwe, northern Botswana, Mozambique and Namibia. The red sap is used traditionally as a dye and in some areas mixed with animal fat to make a cosmetic for faces and bodies. It is also believed to have magical properties for the curing of problems concerning blood, apparently because of its close resemblance to blood.

(via hematitebreath)
12AM

10/9/12.

last time i documented that I self harmed.

writing 

May112013

(via muscle-man-ben)
11PM

nosdrinker:

i’ve never been happier in my entire life

(Source: adulthoodisokay, via bulletproof-leto)
11PM

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10PM

Secret 74

I keep my razor by my computer, just as a temptation, just to know what I have overcome, just as a silent reminder, just to prove to myself I will not falter and relapse ever again.

secrets 

10PM

Nick hasn’t replied to my last text since.. may 1. he was really sad. I don’t know what happened. Im waiting for him to text me. or just show up. but he’ll never show up…

i honestly can’t even fathom why people start to like me. when people tell me i seriously just laugh at them. they probably get offended. but really.. no.

i smoked hookah for the first time yesterday. you can fucking riiippppp hookah omfg. i love it. i can take big hits regardless so i feel like i sit there for a good 30 seconds and people just look at me like ‘the fuck’ but :3 mm. and it tastes good. okay.

im making sean really depressed. i could make him happy, but i choose not to. i suck. HA,. secret time..

my recruiter just got my medical records from the hospital because i had surgery and sent them up to meps along with my picture of my ssc card. so, he will be calling me again very soon. i am so fucking nervous…

writing 

10PM
swimon: everyone is trying to change your view

swimon:

everyone is trying to change your view

(Source: amare-omnino, via thekidsfromyesterdayx)
May12013

wryer:

deathslastdance:

wryer:

This is my final art A2 piece, responding to the theme ‘Storyteller’.

I decided to tell my own story of self harm/food problems through visual means: a self portrait/collage in which I am trying to show that I have now recovered and moved on from what was a really horrible time in my life. 

I think I took a risk by including torn-out diary pages from my second relapse in 2010, as a lot of people at school (and now the internet) will see this, and after all it is a very personal thing, when I wrote this I never intended it to be read by anyone other than myself. I decided to include the pages because it is my own way of coming to terms with the fact that this is how I once felt, despite being so far from those feelings now. I think it is better for me to face up to these pages, rather than pretending these feelings never existed. The diary in which they were stored was still sat in the box by my bed, and these words were lying stagnant in the air in my room, and I decided it was time to put them to use or at least get them out of my room as they are no longer relevant of helpful to me in any way. It was very satisfying, almost therapeutic, to tear them to pieces, I felt as though I was killing those thoughts so that they could never return. I stared at them in disbelief as I stuck them down - I can’t believe it was my hand that wrote these words, they seem alien to me now. 

The collage coming from my mouth - the story - might not be as aesthetically pleasing or as nicely arranged as I had hoped it would be, but for the first time ever I realised I cared more about the message and meaning in my piece than how it was visually presented or how ‘pretty’ it looked. I hoped that it wouldn’t look too contrived, but I just wanted to portray self injury through small objects and items, where before long butterflies - hope, recovery, redemption, safety - start to emerge, and then take over. I wanted it to represent how I was once so caught up in self hatred and self denial that I thought I would never recover or never even want to recover, but then after much time I did see the light and everything started to fall into place, and I got my life back. Today as I assembled the piece, I realised the last time I had opened a box of razors had been in 2010, and the fact that I have come so far made me feel proud. I included such graphic items and horrible words because they are still a part of me and my story, but I have since risen above that and since realised that I am better than that.

I don’t know if anyone will have read this long description, but if you have done and you are also struggling with self-harm or an eating disorder or know someone who is, know that there is still hope yet. For years I was so low and so hopeless and remember thinking that I would never get better so I might as well take my own life. I am so glad I didn’t. I am admitting all this now because I have transformed and now see all the beauty in life and I am truly, truly happy. When I was 13 I didn’t see how I could ever not want to hurt myself, and at the age of 17 I know that recovery is possible, and recovery is beautiful.  I don’t know exactly how to go about recovering, but I do know there is always the possibility of finding a way out. You just have to find it.

“Storyteller: Recovery” by Kate Powell
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This is fucking beautiful. You are fucking beautiful. Thank you. For helping me see that these things pass in a more meaningful way than everyone else. I am so so glad you do not have your self harm and eating disorders anymore.God knows they are tearing me apart. This gives me hope that I might get better!

Thank you so much for the kind and encouraging words, I know that you can get better, don’t worry, you are going to be okay :-)
April302013
Khalid, 7 years old, sits outside of the medical tent of a US military base after elders from a village claimed he was injured from a bomb dropped by the Americans near his home. American forces admit to dropping a bomb in the area, and say the boy was most likely injured in the attack. Civilians throughout Afghanistan have been victims of both Taliban and US attacks.

Khalid, 7 years old, sits outside of the medical tent of a US military base after elders from a village claimed he was injured from a bomb dropped by the Americans near his home. American forces admit to dropping a bomb in the area, and say the boy was most likely injured in the attack. Civilians throughout Afghanistan have been victims of both Taliban and US attacks.

(Source: landofthelions, via weenierenegades)
6AM

nick : “i wanted to say that im sorry.. /: For exploding. and being such an asshole. im just so scared ashley, i dont want to get my heart ripped out again. and im sorry that i hurt you again. i love you. i fucking love you more than anything or anyone. and youre my kw.. youre mine. and i need you. i really, really want to come see you. and be with you. and be yours and let you have me. i want to make this work. i want you to be in my arms, i want to cuddle you and love you and make you feel fucking special because you really are. please dont go kw. im sorry. please be patient with me. i promise ill sweep you off your feet. i promise ill come see you as soon as i can. i promise ill love you. i promise ill be here when you get back from basic. i promise that if anyone tries to fucking hurt you ill kill them. i promise that even though im stubborn and jealous, ill work on it. i promise that even though im hot headed, i wont explode like that anymore. i love you kw. so much. ): “

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