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“one of the biggest lies i’ve ever told myself is ‘i don’t care’. i’ve always thought if i start caring about other people, i’ll become weaker, more vulnerable. so, instead, i convince my naïve self that i don’t care. i self sabotage myself into believing people can leave me and i won’t give two flying fucks. but i do care. i deeply care.”

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“I want to be rebuilt but the tears keeping putting out the fire. My soul is screaming and I walk away like I am training myself to stop throwing tantrums. I failed middle school art class because I’ve never been good at drawing lines. I don’t know where justified crosses over into the irrational. There’s a bitter in me. But nobody cares to hear it.”

— V.P.

“I lost interest in everything, you know? All the things I used to love doing, I haven’t done them in months. Major pieces of me are missing and no one even sees that I’m fading away.”

— (via depression-stays-but-you-dont)

“My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.”

— Jillian Medoff,  Hunger Point.

“i like to be numb
 numb from the feelings i feel about life
 and everything around
 so i won’t have to think
 and wonder why 
i am as i am”

— t.m.

“More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to be close to someone. More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to feel as if I wasn’t alone.”

— James Frey, A Million Little Pieces (via wordsnquotes)

send in some anons

what do u mean it isnt normal to keep razors & bottles of pills around just in case things get too hard again

do you ever feel embarrassed to be in your own skin like please just dont look at me i wish i didnt exist sometimes like i want to disappear because i cannot handle being me 

You need a private talk? Just send me an ask!:)

are you okay?I can't say " I know exactly how you feel, " because I don't. But I just want to ask if you are okay, because I know when I was feeling empty and depressed for a period of time, I remember wishing someone were to ask if I was okay, just so I knew someone is noticing and someone cares. I may not know you, but I do know that you are a human being, who feels things and may not always be able to express how you're feeling...

No I’m not I just want to fucking die already everything in my head torchers me and I can’t life any more I just want to end it like three days ago I’m out of places to cut and out of pills to take and all the pills that can actually do it are hidden from me I have to wait for someone to get distracted to do it

ok to rb.

“Depression in the summer is not the same as any other time, it’s night lights at 3 am and blackout curtains at 5am. It’s eating once a day at midnight and drinking soda at 1 in the morning. Sleeping until 3 and feeling empty. Everything is hot and bright, it makes me sweat and hurts my eyes. I close the curtains.”

— -Brendon/1:52am (via trans-tas-tic)

I️ Keep Sleeping

The first lie

She would brush out my hair

and tug hard at the knots

When I cried

she would look me straight in the eyes

exasperated

she’d say

It doesn’t hurt.

“I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.”

— (via flame)

it bothers me so much that people think they can speak about Muslim faith and how Muslims approach their faith and practice of their own religion from people who either don’t know anything about it or know so little that they put every Muslim in the same bag. There are almost 2 billion of us and you think you can speak for all of us and tell us how to practice our own faith??? We’re all so different and we come from so many different backgrounds. You have no right to speak for us or tell us how to be Muslim.

There are Muslims who spend hours praying every day. There are Muslims who barely have the time to pray 5 times a day. There are Muslims who don’t pray. There gay Muslims. There bi Mulsims. There are pan Muslims. There are trans Mulsims. Muslims who are depressed. Muslims who don’t always find solace in their faith. Muslims who doubt every day but still wake up at 3 A.M for fajr. There are Muslims whose happiness lays in reading the Quran every day. There are Muslims who can’t read the Quran. There are Muslims who fast regularly. There are Muslims who don’t fast even during Ramadan. There are people who wear the hijab and people who don’t. There people who choose to have a beard and Muslims who don’t… I could go on forever.

For every Muslim there is a whole story and our religion is not the only thing about us. Whether it matters or not to us, our religion and our practice of it is not yours to dissect and comment upon. And for the Muslim people who do judge their brothers and sisters for these things, it is good to remember that only Allah can judge us and if you try to, it’s considered the highest sin: shirk.

Whatever I do, it’s between me and Allah and no one has the right to lift an eyebrow. Islam is supposed to be a private matter and just because you think you can spot us in a crowd doesn’t mean you get to publicly dismiss us especially if it’s for things you don’t actually know.

“I think most of who I was has died.”

— (via depression-stays-but-you-dont)

“My depression has ruined so many more things than just my mind. All of my relationships and friendships broke apart only when my sadness spoke to them.”

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Every 40 seconds someone commits suicide.

If you feel like you’re the next person, watch the clock until the end and remind yourself you’ll be okay in another 40 seconds.