Chaos is my life

youthcub:

alazei:

fhaul:

trihpy:

junetree:

trihpy:

crazeist:

flowahh:

lially:

coachela:

toxic-ponies:

WHAT BOOK

WHat BoOK

WHAT BOOK

WHAT BOOK TELL ME PLEASE

WHAT BOOK??

WHAT BOOK!

it’s called ‘on the jellicoe road’ by melina marchetta :) 

OH YES I LOVE YOU going to read it now

YOU GUYS HAVE TO READ THIS BOOK I SWEAR ITS BEAUTIFUL AND FUCKING CLEVER

best book ever

THIS IS THE BEST BOOK EVER OMG

youthcub:

alazei:

fhaul:

trihpy:

junetree:

trihpy:

crazeist:

flowahh:

lially:

coachela:

toxic-ponies:

WHAT BOOK

WHat BoOK

WHAT BOOK

WHAT BOOK TELL ME PLEASE

WHAT BOOK??

WHAT BOOK!

it’s called ‘on the jellicoe road’ by melina marchetta :) 

OH YES I LOVE YOU going to read it now

YOU GUYS HAVE TO READ THIS BOOK I SWEAR ITS BEAUTIFUL AND FUCKING CLEVER

best book ever

THIS IS THE BEST BOOK EVER OMG

(Source: h-rny, via cruelemocupcake)

black-shroom:


I had a couple of teachers who were giving me a hard time after i had come out of the ward… I had come out of there overdosed on drugs, so i was not fully “there”, also i had lost memory cause of the heavy medication. It was my last year in high school and one of my teachers, for english kept pressuring me to turn in a couple projects and homework that was due while i was gone. I had a break down after a couple of days of the same shit in her class, and i yelled at her that I hardly even know her name, or where i had my stuff, she didn’t care. I had my school counselor switch me to another class… and it was the same story with my photography class.. she kept telling me to bring my camera, when i didn’t even know i had a camera, or her name, I didn’t remember anyone in the class either.. luckily the teacher assistant knew me and helped me out…IN OTHER WORDS.. SOME TEACHERS JUST DON’T CARE AS LONG AS THEY ARE GETTING PAID TO SIT THEIR ASS DOWN AND ORDER STUDENTS TO DO SHIT

black-shroom:

I had a couple of teachers who were giving me a hard time after i had come out of the ward… I had come out of there overdosed on drugs, so i was not fully “there”, also i had lost memory cause of the heavy medication. It was my last year in high school and one of my teachers, for english kept pressuring me to turn in a couple projects and homework that was due while i was gone. I had a break down after a couple of days of the same shit in her class, and i yelled at her that I hardly even know her name, or where i had my stuff, she didn’t care. I had my school counselor switch me to another class… and it was the same story with my photography class.. she kept telling me to bring my camera, when i didn’t even know i had a camera, or her name, I didn’t remember anyone in the class either.. luckily the teacher assistant knew me and helped me out…
IN OTHER WORDS.. SOME TEACHERS JUST DON’T CARE AS LONG AS THEY ARE GETTING PAID TO SIT THEIR ASS DOWN AND ORDER STUDENTS TO DO SHIT

(Source: still-hoping-for-better-days, via trying-to-end-the-pain)

astrongerdose:

do you ever just hear a certain lyric and your throat feels like it’s closing up bc it hits you that hard

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recoveryofabrokenteen:

decodemyrequiem:

razorblade-scars:

At this point of the movie I was in tears. You can see the way she crumbles, how the weight of everything, of all the cruel words finally pulling her down and destroying her. It’s like she’s trying to stop the demons from howling. And you can see her trying to talk herself out of it…but there’s nothing left. Nothing. Nothing to hold on to. To live for. And you feel hopeless. And I’ve been there so many times before. Trying to talk yourself out of suicide. Because words hurt. They can kill. 
Please
Think before you speak. 

this movie is intense,

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recoveryofabrokenteen:

decodemyrequiem:

razorblade-scars:

At this point of the movie I was in tears. You can see the way she crumbles, how the weight of everything, of all the cruel words finally pulling her down and destroying her. It’s like she’s trying to stop the demons from howling. And you can see her trying to talk herself out of it…but there’s nothing left. Nothing. Nothing to hold on to. To live for. And you feel hopeless. And I’ve been there so many times before. Trying to talk yourself out of suicide. Because words hurt. They can kill. 

Please

Think before you speak. 

this movie is intense,

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(Source: glancingatyourwrists, via the-beginning-of-after)

worthlessand-weak:

My thighs are bigger than my chances in life

(via trying-to-end-the-pain)