I'm surviving I'm not living

Whats my problem? My problem is that I am hurt. No, it’s not the kind of hurting when you lose a best friend, or when you get your heart broken by the boy that you love. This hurt is brought on by yourself. Blaming yourself for whatever goes wrong. Hurting yourself to deal with everything. A hurt that you don’t know why it is there, it just is. You do everything you can to get rid of it, but nothing works. Nothing has ever worked. When people ask you what’s wrong, you don’t tell the truth. Instead you say you’re fine and force a smile. Some people may say that they do this just so they aren’t a burden to everyone. Sometimes, that is the case. But normally it’s just that your pain just can’t be put into words anymore.

(Source: smilekiditconfuses-thecrowd, via thisplaceisaliving-hell)


girls who were bullied most of their life and gain confidence at one point should be feared most because they dont take anyone’s shit no longer and they will destroy you if you think otherwise

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dragons that live in volcanoes and coat themselves in lava

dragons that live underwater and have fish scales instead of dragon scales

dragons that live in fields of flowers and breathe out avalanches of flowers instead of fire


dragons that live in nebulae and exhale colorful dust and baby stars

dragons made out of mountains breathing out tiny pebbles 

hurricane dragons breathing out mist and rain


(Source: nicodiangelbabe, via side-3ffects)


I like drinking tea alone, and reading alone.

I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.

It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.

But when I see a mother with her child;

A girl with her lover;

Or a friend laughing with their best friend;

I realize that even though I like being alone

I don’t fancy being lonely.

after 3+ years on tumblr this is still the most relevant accurate thing i’ve ever seen

(Source: buddhacoffee, via heylookitstimmy)