I don’t know what’s right and I don’t know what’s wrong. All I know is I can no longer hold on… I just wanted to be happy, but that’s not what you wanted. I understand.. So now I’m gone. Don’t worry about me cause I’m no longer holding on.
Reblog if you would be devastated if you found out...
hufflepuffletardis: cr3amedpeaches: suicidal-smiles: wheretheewildthingssaree: moject-prayhem: don’t you dare not reblog!!!!!! If you don’t reblog this I’m judging you. I’d cry knowing that I could of possibly helped them
(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) Here's A Band-Aid...
Why is it every time I get alone and listen to music I cry? I can’t stop thinking about what I could have had. I want to know what it actually feels like to be loved. I want to know how it feels to be held and kissed. But that’ll never happen for me.. Because I’m nothing anybody wants. I’m just another human being taking up space. I just want to be loved. Is that to much to...
gay male: i'm gay
straight female: OMG UR GAY LET'S BE BFFS CAN WE GO SHOPPING TOGETHER OMG
gay female: i'm gay
straight female: EW GET AWAY FROM ME U DYKE DONT TOUCH ME GROSS LESBIAN GERMS
And let's not forget -
Gay female: I'm gay
Straight male: OMG SO HOT. DAMN. CAN I FUCK YOU AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND WHILE SOMEONE FILMS IT. TOUCH HER BOOOBS. BOOOOOOOOBS.
Gay male: I'm gay
Straight male: HOLY SHIT IT'S A HOMO GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME FUCKIN HOMO. BACKS AGAINST THE WALL GUYS.
Anyone ever: I'm gay
Reblog if you'd date a boy/girl with scars. No...
longingtobefound: 68-because-69-is-too-basic: i don’t think a lot of people will .. their embarrassed & want some one ” perfect & stable ” assholes . I would prefer dating someone with scars, they would understand me..
If anyone needs someone to talk to I’m here. I can’t give advice worth shit but I will listen. Text me me if you want 304-992-9456. -I’m here, I care, I love you
Why can’t you love the real me? Am I’m that ugly? Please tell me..
The Girls I Babysit:
Carly: What are those? (pointing to my scars on my wrist)
Me: They're battle scars.
Anna: Cool! Can I have some?
Me: Please don't ever get some okay? But when you seem someone with them like the ones I have on their wrists go hug them. Don't ever make fun of them okay?
As we're walking around Wal Mart with both of them holding my hands, a young girl walks by us. Carly and Anna go and hug her. She hugs these two adorable little girls back
Girl: Why are you hugging me?
Carly: You have battle scars. *points to her wrists*
And through her tears she looks up at me and smiles.
If you don't reblog this... I don't know what I'd do, just reblog it.
If only he really knew... →
teachme-howto-liveagain: we started off as strangers. then we began to get closer and closer. now he means the world to me he just doesn’t notice it. he’s always there to listen to what i have to say. he’s my personal Dr.Phil.And honestly i couldn’t ask for anything else.I tell him about life, all the bullshit , and guys…