seventh grade i was sitting in my social studies class. we got on the subject of self harm and suicide. everyone in the class was making fun of people that have attempted it or have done it. mocking them. me and my best friend were in that same class, we have both wanted to give up on this life. that night we planned suicide and to meet each other at the gates. everyone was laughing at the fact of people that self harm or people that have committed suicide, i wasn’t laughing neither was she, two girls with scars where they got ”scratched by a cat”. i finally spoke up and said “the thing is, nothing is funny about it. if it hasn’t happened to you, and you haven’t been through it, who are you to judge ?” they all just shut up.
(Source: keep-calm-and-im-not-okay)
Connecting my Tumblr to my Facebook would be like social suicide.
Everyone would know what a crazy broad I am.
“5 Guys, One Guitar”
legit the most beautiful thing ive ever heard
Via your bowl is empty and your feet are cold



