Sometimes when I say “I’m okay”, what I really want is for someone to hold my hand, look me in the eyes and say “I know that you’re not okay, here is $1000.00”.
Just because someone’s parents are together, someone has a nice house, has nice clothes, isn’t poor, eats every day and has a loving family doesn’t mean they can’t be depressed, have anxiety, an eating disorder, self harm issues, or any other problem.
THIS. I WISH I COULD FUCKING EMPHASIZE THIS SO HARD.
randomly compliment people because sometimes that will be the only kind words they will hear that day
I have to wait a fucking month for a new god damn episode. This is not okay.
No, I’m not wait till January fucking 8th.
Don’t even do this to me.
That was one hell of an ending.
I just shed a tear.
That’s not supposed to happen.
Run queenie run!
- me: wow i have so much work to do
- me: *goes on tumblr*
- me: *watches a movie*
- me: *reads a novel*
- me: *takes a nap*
- me: *climbs a mountain*
- me: *backpacks through europe*
- me: why am i not getting anything done