meena baneena. sixteen. nigelism is my way of life at the moment. hopefully you're sombody that i used to know. south park is my dirty secret. ~yoco.

cl4vicles:

untitled by Tamara Lichtenstein on Flickr.
i kind of might just be inlove with this quite a lot.
The thing with depression is, it just hits you sometimes. One second you might actually feel okay and the next you feel lifeless. It’s like all the life within you has been sucked out, and your body is left sitting there, limp. You don’t feel real, you don’t feel anything. But then comes the pain. That gut wrenching horrible unexplainable pain, that latches onto every fiber of your being and refuses to let go. It’s this feeling that drives you to the brink of suicide. You long to escape, to feel relief, to reach oblivion.

(Source: apainicancontrol, via livelifeinwanderlust)

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A day with my period.
  • period: WAKE UP ASSHOLE, YOU GOT CRAMPS.
  • period: How bout an entire chocolate cake for breakfast?
  • period: How's that back pain? Feeling better? Let's fix that.
  • period: Corneas glance by a VS magazine on the table. Instantly horny.
  • period: Find a cookie as big as a house and eat it.
  • period: See a male specimen of any kind. Instantly horny.
  • period: Where's your Tic Tac box filled with ibuprofen?
  • period: Got things to do? Don't care. Sleep.
  • period: See a female specimen of any kind. Instantly horny.
  • period: For dinner you're eating an entire bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
  • period: Breeze blows by. Instantly horny.
  • period: You didn't like those brand new underwear right?
  • period: Yell at a puppy.
  • period: Close eyes and wait for repeat tomorrow.
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killerclove:

The Fault in Our Stars by John Green, page 102.
paralyzing:

staypozitive:

Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications. 

oh my GOD YESS
everythingthatbelongs:

<3

hehe. reblogging myself.
THEME  by  ITZIAR DAMBORENEA