believeinrecovery:

A little table to how to get rid of all that negative self-talk. We have to learn look at the good in situations too, instead of dwelling on things we can’t change- because you know what? We may not be able to change what is happening but we CAN change how we view it! 

(Source: believeinrecovery, via thewholeworldisonmystring)

My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
(again)
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not
beautiful.

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
(should’ve)
had.
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not
beautiful.

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not
beautiful.

So y’all can take your narcissistic
romanticizing
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
Sadness
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.


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Everybody should reblog this wow

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wow

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allofthefeelings:

pheebadohdoh:

rewritingtheempire:

finally-breathing:

nonsensicalnoelle:

oscarwildeis-dead:

frosty-the-vegan:

tribecalledself:

Take note: Different forms of intimacy. 

I would feel so bad washing this off, holy shit

You could take a bath afterward with the artist and they can wash it off for you so you don’t feel responsible for their work. But also, it could teach the same kind of patience and concept that nothing lasts forever, similarly to the Tibetan Buddhist sand mandala tradition. And it could be just another step in your process of intimacy. Just a thought. 

I want to paint on someone holy shit.

Babe: You’re obligated to do this now. 

man, would love to have the type of friendship with people where we could all sit around topless, babes and dudes, and just paint on each other, and drink a little and laugh a lot

bolding last comment since not everything that looks intimate doesn’t really have to be

I think this is one of those times where it might be awesome to differentiate between “intimate” and “erotic”?

It can be totally intimate and still completely platonic. Human realtionships can be wonderful like that.

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f0xpaw:

☆*・゜゚・*\ F0XPAW GIVEAWAY /*・゜゚・*☆

i’m having my first giveaway for my etsy shop, thef0xpaw!

if you win this giveaway, you will receive these things, many of which have not even yet been released in-shop (!!!) all items have been handmade by me, save for the incense!

  • one signed rainbow cat skull screenprint
  • one illuminate linocut print
  • one elixir shirt of your size
  • one wire-wrapped animal tooth pendant
  • one tangerine aura quartz pendant
  • one geode slice necklace on pink hemp cord
  • one large blue canvas screenprinted patch
  • $20.00 store credit to f0xpaw
  • two lil’ bonus boxes of lovely incense

the rules are simple — follow this blog (f0xpaw.tumblr.com) and reblog this post! only one reblog per person, please! reblogs by giveaway/prize blogs will be invalid; international entries welcome.

winner will be chosen at random and announced/contacted on MAY 5TH! good luck!

Long time fan of f0x <3

peachxpit:

accept death. befriend death. take death out for dinner. marry death. marry a death who reads

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wildmist:

natral:

reefclub:

nascen-t:

etrewild:

Former Disneyland mermaid, Edie, shares what it was like to don a tail and swim in the happiest place on earth:
Being a professional mermaid for Walt was nothing to take lightly.  The Productions Department measured us from hip to toe for neoprene tails, complete with large flukes, and green starfish bras.  We were taught to slither into the Submarine Lagoon from a hidden chamber and dolphin kick underwater to magically surface in the center of the pool.  There we sat on a rock and untangled our hair with immense blue and yellow plastic combs, and plucked ersatz lyres.We worked in shifts of two, and traded off hourly. Each time a submarine passed, we dove underwater to frolic about, hang upside down by spinning our tails, and to wave at curious faces plastered against the portholes.  With practice we learned to smile without emitting bubble screens that would distort our faces into repulsive creatures from the deep.  For all this we were paid $1.85 an hour - a whopping net of $59.55 each week. 

LET ME BE YOU
OMG THAT IS SO AMAZING AND JUST QOI4AUFSHJDI 

OMG OMG OMG I WOULD DO THAT FOR FREE! DREAM FUCKING JOB RIGHT THERE

honestly that would be so perfect just imagine 

 omg

wildmist:

natral:

reefclub:

nascen-t:

etrewild:

Former Disneyland mermaid, Edie, shares what it was like to don a tail and swim in the happiest place on earth:

Being a professional mermaid for Walt was nothing to take lightly.  The Productions Department measured us from hip to toe for neoprene tails, complete with large flukes, and green starfish bras.  We were taught to slither into the Submarine Lagoon from a hidden chamber and dolphin kick underwater to magically surface in the center of the pool.  There we sat on a rock and untangled our hair with immense blue and yellow plastic combs, and plucked ersatz lyres.We worked in shifts of two, and traded off hourly.

Each time a submarine passed, we dove underwater to frolic about, hang upside down by spinning our tails, and to wave at curious faces plastered against the portholes.  With practice we learned to smile without emitting bubble screens that would distort our faces into repulsive creatures from the deep.  For all this we were paid $1.85 an hour - a whopping net of $59.55 each week. 

LET ME BE YOU

OMG THAT IS SO AMAZING AND JUST QOI4AUFSHJDI 

OMG OMG OMG I WOULD DO THAT FOR FREE! DREAM FUCKING JOB RIGHT THERE

honestly that would be so perfect just imagine 

 omg

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noire-pandora:

I am that type of douchebag friend who doesn’t talk with you for weeks but still cares about you and hopes you still care too.

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punkrockbetty:

sawfinnickodairinhisunderwear:

dukeofnod:

"No you fool!! You could fall!!"

WHY IS THIS THE MOST ADORABLE THING THAT I’VE EVER SEEN

I can’t.

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Anniversary


I’ve been publishing my short fiction for one year today. To mark the anniversary, my three personal favourites are available for only $0.99 each for seven days (use the given coupon codes):

Duet
FK79M
https://www.smashwords.com/
books/view/359314

In the Blood
ER24K
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/301512

To the Sea
DT55A
https://www.smashwords.com/
books/view/330014