May 2013
tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe
cishetssuck:
friendly reminder that:
you are not weak if you want meds for your disorder
you are not weak if you relapse once
you are not weak if you relapse a thousand times
you are not weak if some kinds of therapy don’t work for you
you are not weak if some kinds of meds don’t work for you
you are not weak if you have a mental disorder.
a-dr0p-of-golden-sun:
Do not, I repeat, do not, let anyone tell you that your music taste is wrong. I don’t care if you worship Ke$ha and find her songs to be the most groundbreaking and inspiring thing on the planet. You do that! Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and I fully support your music choices, whether or not I enjoy listening to them.
psychoticpingouins:
48 years ago a girl said “oh fuck me” to her best friend while walking in the street, a guy who randomly passed by answered by “let me at least buy you dinner first”. I present to you my grandparents, in love since then and celebrating their 47 years of marriage today.
