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im so miserable but i laugh at everything

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She was a barely-hidden warzone. She joked about death in a way that made my heart ache. She would look me in the eyes and say, “God, I hope I get hit by a car.”  Everyone around us would be laughing.   It was terrifying; this dance she had of half-shown torment. One day I asked her “what have you been through that you make comments like that?”   She just laughed.

r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life.

Jay Asher (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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Master Post of Calming Things

Things to make you feel better:

Make it feel like you are outside also turn on your volume

Talk you threw a stressful time

Automatic flatter 

Quick Distractions:

Draw Silk

Music Squares

jigsaw puzzles 

Sudoku

cookie clicker

Immediate Crisis Help

List of Hotlines - Crisis Hotlines by need

Befrienders - Find crisis hotline information for the country you live in

Suicide Hotlines - A list of crisis hotlines by country

International Rape Crisis Hotlines - A list of international crisis hotline directories

Lifeline Crisis Chat - Online chat help for people in a crisis

IMAlive - online crisis chat

Self Help

MoodGym 

Self Harm Alternatives

Self-help Anxiety Management App

Get Help

Find Therapist

Find a Psychiatrist

How To Help Others

Depression

Anxiety 

Eating Disorder   

Cutting

Suicidal

Panic attacks

Gifs:

watch the ball

breath in and out with the box

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Are you ever just overwhelmed by the horrifying thought that maybe, nobody ACTUALLY wants you around? And it’s not that you think everyone hates you, but it’s just that you’re not special to anyone? And that its really kind of sucky that you’re about 98% sure that nobody thinks “Wow, I just really like talking to her.” and that you could probably just disappear without anyone caring that much?

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my mind’s filled with unsaid things

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My goal is to be so warm and full of light that no one has any idea the kind of terrible shit I’ve seen and been through.

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Why am I always the one making an effort in friendships.

I have no friends because they never check up on me like I do for them.

I have really shitty times too, I’m human too. I matter just the same and my problems are just as important.

The only people who have had my back time and time again is my family.

I guess that’s how it’ll always be.

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how many more people have to die before the u.s government puts human lives before some stupid amendment written by racists

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Today marks the 18th time Barack Obama has to address the nation after a mass shooting. The 18th time. 

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Reblog if your blog is safe for people of all genders and sexualities

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If Depression could talk :

“Hi. I am Depression. Nice to meet you. I’m very old, and pretty famous. A lot of people know me. Sometimes they’re not even aware they do. It makes me sad when they don’t see me. I just want them to notice I am there, I exist. 

So I send them signals. Eating disorders. Stress. Anxiety. Sad thoughts all the time. Emptiness. Insomnia is my favorite. I just make them stop sleeping so they can spend more time with me. Isn’t that nice?

I appear in people’s life for different reasons. Drunk dad. Addict mom. Shitty parents. Awful family. Bullies at school. Guilt. Tragic death. Self hatred. Loss of someone they loved. Sometimes, there aren’t even reasons. They just feel me. And they don’t really understand why. 

I tend to cause pain, loneliness and a lot of tears. People often cut themselves or use drugs/pills/alcohol to make me go away for a while. Addictions and self harm are my two best friends in this wolrd. But it doesn’t matter, I’m patient, and I always come back to them.

I’m the voices in people’s heard. But Im’ just a mental illness, a disease. At the end, I always leave these people. Most of the time, it’s because they don’t want me to stay. So they just kill themself to shut me away.  

I guess that also makes me dangerous. People die because of me”.

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