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fabulousness:

electric-wish:

oceanade:

tra-nquil:

uk-ulele:

wow.
This. This condenses something I’ve been trying to explain for a long time.
I needed this tonight
wow i
i almost started crying

tears

references for art

and that is why every single person is way more than special

this is perfect

wishing-onthestars:

This reminds me of the most terrible feeling.
When your pain is tangible. You can reach out and touch it. It’s everywhere, consuming you. You don’t even realise how long it’s been eating away at your insides until you finally cave in and crumble helplessly, crashing, spiralling down, hopeless. The terrible tightening in your chest, the constriction of your lungs, the deep, shuddering breaths in as you try to hold back the inevitable- then you break. Now comes the painful, wracking sobs, screaming silently, your damaged self seeping out through the cracks that you flimsily repair each time you fall apart. But this time, those cracks have split wide open, leaving gaping holes in your being. You wail for a long time, weeping pitifully as you cry yourself a pool of self-sympathy, until you are empty, benumbed, turned inside out.

I watched this movie in health today for the first time, and I was bawling my eyes out when she made the video saying she wanted to die and the pills scene. New favorite movie though. Loveeee it.

if you follow the paintbrush with your eyes while not moving your head, it forces you to use emdr which is a therapeutic technique to calm anxiety/panic. watching fish swim causes the same effect.

I don’t have a favorite post on Tumblr, I don’t have things that I ‘always’ reblog.

But this is one thing I love seeing on my dash, I love having it on my blog, it really helps to calm me down and its amazing.

(Source: seutae, via 2673miles)

blondejob:

cut-and-bleed:

mind-mountains:

I love this drawing, but I hate it. I love how the artist has captured mental illness perfectly. I hate what it represents and illustrates - because it illustrates my everyday struggle. I want to hang this picture on my wall. I want to carry it around with me, and when people ask whats wrong or where I’ve been or what has been happening, I just want to hand it to them. This disease cannot be described in words, but this illustration has pretty much summed a big part of it up.

^ perfection

this brought me to tears