"I can’t un-know the monsters
but I can become the person
who would have saved
thirteen-year-old me."

3/365, wesley king  (via batglitch)

(via meterandrhyme)

"

It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.

Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.

You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.

You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.

Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.

Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.

I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.

You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.

Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?

We shall see.

"

You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s, Ryan O’Connell

(via 4thletter)

(Source: i-ll-tell-you-no-lies, via lonemagnolia)

up1701steps:

Tips for happiness: If you make a bad choice, remember that the choice you made is still better than whatever Moffat would have written you as doing 

(via thingsthatverbme)

drughie:

do you ever just want someone to come over and lay on the floor with you for a while

(Source: fuckhuf, via theowlthatbites)

thedapper-dyke:

I always used to describe my depression as fog, and then I saw this and it makes me happy in a way to know I’m not the only one with the fog in my brain.

(Source: zemmer, via rumplestiltsqueer)

"You’ve been criticizing yourself for years and it hasn’t worked. Try accepting yourself and see what happens."

Louise Hay (via chasing-equilibrium)

Working on it…

(via meterandrhyme)

(Source: ignitingenergy, via meterandrhyme)

the-many-faults-in-our-stars:

pros of dating me

  • you can hold my hand whenever you want
  • you can cuddle with me whenever you want
  • you can kiss me whenever you want

cons of dating me

  • i get jealous easily
  • i’m sad a lot
  • i will never feel good enough for you no matter how many times you tell me i am

(via b0ttomofthisbottle)

"Having a low opinion of yourself is not modesty. It’s self-destruction."

Bobby Sommer (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

(via ludachrisna)

"I will spend more time with myself in this lifetime than anyone else. Let me learn to be the kind of person I would like to have as a friend."

Courage to Change: One Day at a Time (Al-Anon.)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via ludachrisna)

Don’t choose someone who hasn’t chosen you.

myblacksexuality:

Hard lesson.

(via myblacksexuality)

mylifeasafeminista:

daily reminder that it is okay to put yourself first

(via internal-acceptance-movement)

"People will kill you over time, and how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like: ‘be realistic.’"

Dylan Moran (via idolise)

(Source: arpeggia, via brodieroset)

"That pantheistic, mystical “Thou art God!” chorus that runs through the book is not offered as a creed, but as an existentialist assumption of personal responsibility, devoid of all godding. It says, “Don’t appeal for mercy to God the Father up in the sky, little man, because he’s not at home and never was at home, and couldn’t care less. What you do with yourself, whether you are happy or unhappy–live or die–is strictly your business and the universe doesn’t care. In fact, you may be be the universe and the only cause for your troubles. But, at best, the most you can hope for is comradeship with comrades no more divine (or just as divine) as you are. So quit sniveling and face up to it — “Thou art God!"

October 21, 1960 Robert A. Heinlein to Lurton Blassingame

Grumbles from the Grave, Virginia G. Heinlein, ed.

(via griffpad)

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"Grok means to understand so thoroughly that the observer becomes a part of the observed—to merge, blend, intermarry, lose identity in group experience. It means almost everything that we mean by religion, philosophy, and science—and it means as little to us (because of our Earthling assumptions) as color means to a blind man."

Robert Heinlein, Stranger in a Strange Land (via pedalgrok)

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