Dylan doing the pouty thing
Dylan doing the pouty thing
That’s how all women should feel about their body.
This is how everyone should feel about their body
Harry Styles shirtless back appreciation.
Anon. I’m going to share something personal with you today. And with all of tumblr, too.
Do you see this photo?
This is one of the few photos I have left of my mother and I. And the only one that’s digital, too.
I was about four years old in that photo. Shortly after that photo was taken, I was placed into foster care because of my mother’s mental conditions and her inability to care for me. Which was fine, it was the right thing to do.
She was taken overseas to a very good mental health clinic in Paris, which is where we came from.
My mother had a lot of problems. Among them were her multiple personality disorder and her bipolar. She stayed in hospital for most of my life, and battled depression and her suicidal tendencies. She went through a lot, including electro-shock therapy. Nothing seemed to help. She was a very lost and very hurt woman.
And one day, on Mother’s Day of 2008, my foster parents received a phone call at about 1am from the mental hospital my mother was staying in.
My mother had hung herself in the shower of her bathroom. Her mental illnesses, her lack of access to me and the things she’d suffered through her life had snapped her. And she was gone.
I was thirteen years old. Nobody told me until the sun had risen. I left my room, ready for school. And then I was sat down, and I was told.
And I was numb.
I felt nothing, for months. Months, and months, and months.
I was a very good student at school. I got distinctions, and straight A’s. And all of that kind of just… stopped.
The full extent of my loss didn’t hit me until years later, when I was sixteen.
And it hasn’t stopped hurting since.
I miss my mother every day. I barely got to know her, but I knew she loved me. And I ache every time I see someone walk by with their parents, or a little girl with her mother. It’s even cost me several relationships. It hurts. I can’t take it. Can’t do it.
You know the kind of woman my mother was? Kind. Smart. Thoughtful. She was a painter, and a lover of music. We lived in Australia when I was growing up, but she always loved France. In fact, it was her name. I recall my foster mother’s comment when she met her for the first time when she came back to Australia to visit me. She said how talking to my mother was like talking to your best friend. One you hadn’t seen in years. The joy in her voice, her smile.
I can’t even remember what she sounds like anymore.
Suicide? I’ve wanted to do it. Several times. It’s been tempting. Pressure builds inside your chest, and you can’t cry anymore. You feel nothing and it’s clearly just logical to end it because there’s no point living in a void anymore.
You feel like there’s no one else out there for you. You’re alone, and nobody understands.
Anon, let me tell you.
I understand. I’ve seen both sides of this coin. Nobody wins.
I know what it’s like to want to not exist. I spend half my days pretending to be mechanical because being human and alive is just too much of a burden sometimes. But I also know what it feels like to be left behind.
After the loss of my mother, I lost three more people to suicide. One was my uncle, and two others were good friends. One of them was one of my best friend.
I don’t know who you are, Anon. But I’d like to.
I’d like to know who you are so I can stop you from feeling this way. You’re not alone. And if you are? I’ll be the first to open my arms to you.
Death is not an answer, nor by any means a door to something greater.
Death is for those who have finished in this life. We are not meant to go before our time, and especially not alone.
I’m nineteen now. If my mother were still alive, she’d be thirty-eight.
It’s too young.
You’re too young.
To you, anon, and to everyone else out there who’s ever felt this way.
Stop. Breathe. Think.
Come to me, if you have to.
Go to someone. Anyone. Please.
You’re so much more than a statistic.
You’re worth so much more than tears.
You mean so much more than every person who has ever stamped you into the ground. Called you names. Failed to accept you because you don’t fit into their criteria of human. Spurned you, or ignored you.
I know this pain. And I know what happens when that pain consumes you.
Please. Don’t go.
I don’t know you. But your life means something.
I promise it means something.
I am legitimately crying…
Please, Anon. LISTEN TO THIS.
Everyone who’s contemplating suicide listen to this.
I can’t handle how freaking cute that kid is
ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP LADIES!!
You know how we all love getting our periods? All the cramps and pain that comes with it? Cravings, mood swings, etc.??
WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING
See this? These are Libra Hotties.
When you’re at school or uni or work or just having a good ol’ murder spree in your pretty floral dress, you whack one of these suckers on and BAM! heat patch and some goddamn needed relief!
You stick this patch where your lady muscle of bad-assery is and it slowly heats and lasts for 5 - 8 HOURS!!
Ladies, I ask that you hunt down these little pockets of gold and try them. Because they work. And because the only pain you really need during your period is from your OTP <3
I need this… I’m assuming you can put it on your back as well?
I read this whole post like a (very successful) infomercial for the Tumblr female audience
THERE WEBSITE HAS A PAGE WHERE YOU CAN FILL OUT A FORM AND TRY THEM FOR FREE!!! [x]
not all ladies get periods and not all people who get periods are ladies. that being said, anyone with a functioning uterus might wanna check this out
I’M SORRY I DIDN’T GO ON SAYING ‘FOR THOSE GUYS WHO ENDURE PERIODS’
IF YOU HAVE PERIODS, YOU FUCKING HAVE PERIODS
IF YOU HAVE PAIN NOT SPECIFICALLY FROM PERIODS BUT YOU USE HEAT PACKS TO SOOTHE THE PAIN, YOU CAN FUCKING USE THESE
SO SORRY I’M JUST GOING WITH THE NORM THAT WOMEN HAVE PERIODS
This fucking woman
im fuckin crying
It took me several times to see the employee getting massacred by that raft.
It’s funny cause on the shelf on the right shit starts falling before the employee and raft even hit it lol