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Mindless Nothings

Samantha. Straight, Support LGBT. I love skating, preaching, volunteering, acting, and singing. I like to call myself an amateur photographer. "That depends, depends on trust, depends on true devotion, depends on love, depends on not denying emotion."

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Oct 20 '14



If you think eating healthy is cheap you either live with your parents or have never actually been to a grocery store

let me put it this way, i can buy ten ramen or one apple

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Oct 20 '14

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Oct 20 '14

You remember when you wanted me to change my name so I wouldn’t have to deal with people knowing you’re my dad? I’m glad they know. I’m so proud to be your son.

(Source: kodaknight)

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Oct 19 '14

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Oct 19 '14


The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them

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Oct 19 '14

Submit your confession here!


Submit your confession here!

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Oct 18 '14

My body flinches as my Mother laughs while she carelessly cleans and says she has OCD. The words drum against my skull as I remember disinfecting tables all night and day and washing my hands until they were bloody raw and counting until exactly one hundred, one thousand, and ten thousand and showering twice a day and wiping counters until they were spotless and rinsing my skin until it was crystal and refusing to walk in my parent’s room for the inevitable fear of germs.

My stomach twists in a knot when my Mother tells me that the girl with golden hair has anorexia just because her frame is small. I can feel my heart beat speed up as I think of all the days and nights I spent counting calories and throwing away napkins and closing my eyes as I threw away my happiness and my bed sheets were thicker than my skin and my hands were colder than the winter mornings I spent writing on my pillowcase.

My hands shake as my Mother hastily says she had depression. My head pounds as I think of all the mornings I spent wondering what kind of knot to tie and the night I planned which knife I could use with bottles filled of pills more full than my eyes and I think of all the dull blades and empty dreams that filled my soul when I just wanted to find a reason to live that was never real.

My nails are raw by the time my Father says that mental illnesses are not real. Blood drips from my chapped lips from all the words I wish I could say. From all the souls I have met that have battled everything and even more than I have and all the broken smiles and there are days when I want to give up and my wrists break from all the heavy sins I carry and I know their souls are still trying to breathe even when the air is so thick that we suffocate on broken sentences trying to scream that they are real. Oh god, they are real.

All those years I spent washing until my hands were bloody raw and my bones were as sharp as my knives and they told me I was going crazy. (via dollpoetry)

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Oct 18 '14


I keep seeing the commercial for my five wives, but you know damn well if it was a woman with five husbands it would be some huge deal about she’s a whore or some other degrading thing. Double standards at its finest.

But 5 wives?

Nah, 4 would be dead and i won’t be one of the 4.

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Oct 18 '14


ah you’re watching gravity falls? i love that show. the way the gravity just [clenches fist] fricking falls

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Oct 18 '14
  • *watches a movie*
  • *sees a dog*
  • me: if something happens to that dog I sWEAR TO GOD

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