salvar-nos:

lo peor de las recaídas es pensar en todo lo que te esforzaste por estar bien tiempo atrás, y que hoy no valga nada porque estás en el mismo lugar que cuando empezaste 

rapsxo:

hahahahhahahahahahhahahahaha im so sad

masturb4rse:

me descuidas 5 minutos y ya me puse triste

toxicalert:

Necesito que el universo conspire a mi favor por un momento

waitingfor-youu:

Nowadays, it’s easier to get good internet connection than a good human connection.

harrietknight:

Being called a slut does nothing for me.
But being called a slut by you will do everything.
Being called a toy does not excite me.
But being called your toy will leave me tingling.

Because it’s not about being degraded, it’s about being degraded by someone who adores me. And it’s not about being hurt, it’s about being hurt by someone who cherishes me. There is just something so deliciously perverse about feeling safe in your arms one minute and bent over begging for mercy the next. A delightful twistedness about a kiss on the forehead right before you force me on my knees to ruthlessly fuck my face.

This is my kink. It’s a contradiction.
It’s my deepest craving and what sprouts everything else.

What’s more, it’s what you need, too.
To love the sound of my laugh so you can love the sound of my whimper.
To admire my intelligence so you can admire my discomfort.
To laugh at my jokes so you can laugh at my tears.

And I don’t know who you are yet, but I know who you aren’t. You aren’t the man who expects submission before we’ve met. Or the man who tells me I’m a hot piece of ass before he tells me I’m a hot piece of fascinating. And you sure as hell aren’t the man who wants to break me into pieces and not bother to pick them back up.

No, when I find you, you’ll grab me by the hair and lead me down this paradoxical path to our kink.

maggie-stiefvater:

delightfulsepsis:

nunyabizni:

badsciencejokes:

badsciencejokes:

the-quiet-priestess:

blackheartseverywhere:

badsciencejokes:

…I almost killed myself

I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.

I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.

That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.

Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.

Thank you man at McDonalds.

The milkshake saved my life

I hope you all can read this and remember to be kind

The smallest of gestures can save a life. My Mum answered her phone when I called and I am alive today because of that.

I’m glad you’re here.

It’s a phone call, a milkshake, a friend.

I feel like I shouldn’t keep reblogging this but when I do more people see what kindness can do…. I don’t know. Love everyone as yourself.

Nah, keep rebloging it. It gives hope.

walked sobbing around a city once wearing a summer dress in mid-september thunder and rain. basically dragged myself into LUSH as the smell of the store always made me smile. the shop was empty and dead due to the weather, just this blonde short woman behind the counter who smiled at me. i stared at her feet and asked ‘do you have anything for people who are scared a lot?’ (i was so out of it i had no clue). she showed me two bath bombs, one pink and one blue, and said both were good - i chose the pink, paid for it and left. i then sat at a bus stop clutching the LUSH bag in one arm and my prescription meds in the other - i’d lied and ordered a refill so i could just drift away with sleeping pills. when the bus arrived and i was out of the rain, i decided to have another look at my bath bomb, smell it and what not. opened my bag and saw she’d put the blue one in there for me as well and written on the receipt ‘feel better soon :) hope you like x’. 

no one had ever been so selflessly kind to me before, i didn’t know what to do with it except hang around long enough to use the other bath bomb. 

Actually I’m going to reblog this again because of the truth of the inverse: think of any time you have been casually cruel or petty to someone for humor or because you weren’t in a great mood. 

The power of small gestures goes both ways.