Whenever I feel stressed and overwhelmed, when I feel like there are just so many things falling and breaking, I look up at the sky, realizing how vast and big the universe is, and suddenly I feel ok.

We can complain about the most annoying things all we want, but the moment we realize there’s something
bigger out there, something bigger than us, all the problems become so trivial and not even worth it.

Here’s to letting go.

My chest hurts.

I haven’t said anything on here for a while now.

I hope everyone’s okay.

I’m certainly not.

All I have are bad thoughts. The past is catching up. The present is more fucked up than I’ve ever realized and I don’t know how things have gotten this bad.

I see no future.

It’s taking all of my strength to prevent myself from collapsing. From wanting to shoot myself in the face.

How could I let things go this far.

Women feel more guilt than men, not because of some weird chromosomal issue but because they have a history of being blamed for other people’s behavior. You get hit, you must have annoyed someone; you get raped, you must have excited someone; your kid is a junkie, you must have brought him up wrong.

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mulan dont give a shit

mulan has run out of fucks to give

Mulan no curr

Mulan: “Gurl had it coming.”

Mulan: ” One less bitch, to worry about “

Mulan: “Who’s next?”

Mulan: “Look at all that dishonor”

I’M LAUGHING TO HARD AT THIS OMG

MULAN NO CURR

Mulan: Are you fucking serious Snow

Mulan: I fought in a motherfucking war

Mulan: I saved motherfucking China

Mulan: And you get taken down by a motherfucking apple

DISHONOUR ON YOU! DISHONOUR ON YOUR COW!

Damn Mulan lol

Yall are no good .

lmao , I can’t with these comments 😂

Mulan is like: She was basic anyways.

(via boogeebonnie)

All I needed was your reassurance that we were going to be okay. But you couldn’t even give me that.

If I can’t have the power to help the people I love, can I at least have the power to help myself?

Sometimes when I’m having fun, it suddenly hits me how empty I really I am, and I end up wondering how long my laugh will last for the moment before I feel nothing again and imagine shooting myself in the head.

Sometimes I’ll dream about sitting on your passenger seat with yellow, green, and blue blurs beside me. We’re looking at different directions, but moving in one. And it’s weird because it’s my dream but you have total control, just like you have total control of this car you’re driving. In my dream, we aren’t talking, neither to each other nor ourselves, but the fact that we saw different things says enough. We will never see the same things, just like I’ll never get to sit in the driver’s seat and finally have some sort of control. But this is only a dream.

When I wake up, you don’t exist. And when I think about it, you didn’t really have a face in my dreams. You don’t exist, and yet I am left feeling like I miss you.

it’s weird that when you’re searching for something to pass the time, time itself seems to run slow. but when you’re not searching, shit flies out of hidden places and suddenly there just isn’t enough time to handle anything.

i used to sit in my room in silence, doing absolutely nothing but thinking. these moments become the longest and slowest for me as i torture myself with things that don’t need to be brought up. i can’t help myself. i don’t like the pain but it comes natural to me to just feel it. 

to be honest, i feel like i’ve been suffering for years that i don’t know another way of living. i’m almost fatalistic in my thoughts, destroying anything that could pick me up and giving home to things meant to kill me. it wasn’t until recently that i realized i neither had to think these things nor this way. but it’s what i’m used to.

something good entered my life recently. i hope i don’t fuck it up.