#you’re enough

[sebcosmothetransguy]

for the little guys

to all newly out or questioning queer kids/people who are struggling with internalized queerphobia of any/every kind, or just queerphobia from other people…

be yourself. even if it’s hard, even if it makes you cry sometimes at night, even if it takes you a while until you can fully accept it or be in a place surrounded by those who love and accept you for you, BE YOURSELF.

it gets better. it gets easier. it’s worth it. you’ll have those low moments quite a lot, but buddy, you’re gonna miss out on yourself and the life you want if you don’t take that leap.

you being you is perfect. you being you is enough. you being you is not wrong. you being you is okay. you are not going to hell. you are not committing a sin. you being you is incredible.

you’re gonna have euphoria. you’re gonna meet your goals. you’re gonna find queer friends. you’re gonna build an accepting family for yourself.

it. gets. better.

and you’re valid. you’re valid for however you may experience your labels. you’re valid even before you can look masculine/feminine/neutral/preferred. you’re valid even if you can’t date girls/boy/people yet. you’re valid even if you’re in a relationship and are discovering these things about yourself. you’re valid even if you haven’t dated anyone before. you’re valid even if you did have crushes in the past. you’re valid. you’re valid. you’re valid. you’re valid, simply by being you.

you’re valid. and it gets better.

don’t deny yourself from being yourself.

IT GETS BETTER !!!!

[beargyufairy]

Where’s my friend — the smiley?!

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Tender love

Request: hi Amber, I was wondering whether you could write something comforting about Harry please? I’ve been struggling with my body image lately because I feel that I’ve put on too much weight and I’m just anxious and uncomfortable about myself and my body. But maybe a imagine could help? Your writing always helps so if you could it would be greatly appreciated.

A/N: hello lovely, thank you for this sweet request and your sweet words. I understand how difficulty body image is, I hope this brings you some comfort, although it might be hard treat yourself with kindness and respect. You deserve it. Don’t be so harsh on yourself. We’re all beautiful. Love yourself. All the love, Amber x

©️ please do not copy or translate my work.

Trigger warnings: self hate/ body imagine issues. If you’re struggling with it please reach out, my DM’s are open. Feel free to message if you ever need someone to support you(:

Pairings: Harry styles x plus-size Fem!reader

“Out with it,”

Harry’s voice cut through the silence of the movie, the credits rolling, your tired anxious eyes slowly moving to look at the man who you loved dearly “what?” Your voice was quiet, his green eyes piercing into your softer ones “somethings up. C’mon. Out with it. Tell me.” He spoke his tone worried as he studied you and you stared at him for a while before slowly looking away.

“Hey,” he gently reached out touching your cheek with his fingertips gently coaxing you to look at him again your now teary eyes focused on him and he offered an incredibly gentle smile “you can talk to me, love.” Your eyes searched his and he kept a soft gentle look on his face “it’s embarrassing though,” he gently shook his head “thats okay… that’s okay, darling. Embarrassing is okay. Talk to me.” He didn’t want to pressure you, of course he didn’t, but he knew if you didn’t talk soon enough you would end up bottling it all up until it became an overwhelming storm of emotions. He gently got closer to you his arm wrapping around your shoulders “you can tell me. You know you can.” He soothed lovingly watching as your eyes slowly met with his again before you sniffled leaning your head to rest against his chest feeling the soft thumping of his heart aching your head, the silence that engulfed the both of you was deafening, the type of silence when you get called out by the teacher in a room full of students and you don’t know the answer. All the students waiting to pry on every single one of your answers… but thankfully this time wasn’t that case… harry simply wanted to hear your issues just so he could take care of you. And finally, you spoke, “I’m ugly” those words alarmed the man his brows furrowing deeply “ugly? What do you mean by that?” He asked concerned “I’m just ugly… too ugly for you..-“ “ah ah… no… we don’t talk like that.” He gently held your cheek in his hand “we don’t talk like that y/n. We don’t talk down about ourselves…” he shook his head in disapproval “that’s nonsense, my love. Absolute nonsense.” He held you closer, trying to bring you comfort yet instead it made the tears clinging onto your eyelashes pour down your cheeks your shoulders jerking as soft sobs left your lips,

“Hey.. hey.. shhh. I’ve got you… I’ve got you.” His hand cupped the back of your head as he slowly rocked you back and forth in his embrace “where is this all coming from, hm?” He asked delicately his touch tender and caring. “Because-because I’m fat… I-I’m too big for you… I hate the way I look… I-I-I’m not good enough for you.” Those words alarmed Harry, his brows arching in pure disbelief and he pulled back to look at you, watching the tears trail down your cheeks “no. Y/n… no… look at me.” You slowly looked at him his face blurry from all the tears that stained your eyes “you’re perfect. In every single way. And I’m not just saying that… as soon as I laid my eyes on you I fell for you. For all of you. Those models on Instagram and on magazines and other websites and social media… they’re edited. Photoshopped. Sure some are real, but many are fake…” this man knew you like the back of his hand and you hated it but also loved it all at once. You didn’t even need to express the fact that social media had been playing on your mind, he already knew, it made him want to wrap you up in a blanket and protect you forever… “besides you can be a better model than them. Any day.” His voice was loving and caring and you smiled weakly “you’re just saying that…” you muttered and he raised his brows “No I am not just “saying that” I’m telling you the truth. You’re gorgeous. Inside out. I fell for you… you. Your personality. Your kindness. Not just your body… I love all of you. Like you love all of me. I love every single part of you… I adore you, y/n… you’re perfect and I will happily kiss every inch of you if it makes you believe me.” A blush formed on your cheeks and he smiled cheekily “I’m not bluffing. I will.” He spoke and you giggled the tear stains on your cheeks painting a picture of the pain you still held. Of course you had your good days and your bad days- good days being you adored how you looked, but on bad days you hated every single thing about yourself. About your existence.

“I don’t believe you.” You spoke teasingly, Harry’s brows raising before he chuckled “alrighty. I guess I’ll have to prove it to you then hm?” He spoke before he abruptly yet very gently pushed you down onto the couch so you were laying down against it, and he hovered just above you, his lips connecting with yours, locking with yours in an instant before he kissed down your cheek and to your neck, before he began trailing kisses down your body, his kisses soon stopping at your belly and he lightly lifted your T-shirt as he began peppering kisses all over your belly- soft squeals leaving your lips and you laughed pushing him away “nooo, it tickles!” He grinned up at you before kissing all the way back up to your face where he began kissing all over your face making you feel loved, giving you all the tender love possible before he planted a kiss onto your lips “I adore you and only you… do you believe me now?” A soft smile was on your lips and you nodded gently, you were a sweet sweet creature and he loved you more than words could describe. You gently cupped his cheek, kissing him again, melting into his lips and he smiled before you very teasingly and flirtatiously muttered: “thought you said you’d kiss every inch of me…”

The look he gave you said enough and he smirked before rolling his eyes playfully “that’s my girl…” he then chuckled lifting you up into his embrace as he carried you into your shared bedroom… oh how he was going to show you just how much you meant to him… he wouldn’t let you forget how he loved you. He’d make sure the negativity got released from your pretty head and instead got replaced with positivity… he was going to make sure you knew just how loved you truly were.

A/N: be kind to yourself. You matter.

Choose love. Give love. Give yourself some kindness. You matter. Much love, Amber x

[jakeotters]

“you’re alive, and that’s enough.”

[ladysternchen]

Something unrelated to Tolkien for a change…

🌹each woman a rose💐

Violence against a human being is a crime.

Women before, during and after birth are human beings (and again very slowly for doctors and a few nurses and midwives as well: YOUNG. MOTHERS. ARE. HUMAN.BEINGS!)

Violence during pregnancy and during or after childbirth is a crime.

It is not ‘necessary’.

Forcing a woman to stay in a position in which she cannot bear the pain (a pain, moreover, that scientists put down as one of the most severe that a human being can endure) is an act of violence.

Shaming and belittleing a birthing woman is an act of violence.

Cutting a birthing woman open without her valid consent -that is consent given after the woman made an informed decision- is an act of violence.

Pressuring a woman to give up her right to make decisions concerning HER OWN body in potential favour of the unborn child is an act of violence.

Ignoring a woman’s ‘STOP’ is an act of violence and -if that includes your hands up her vagina or fumbling around with her breast trying to stuff a bleeding nipple into a screaming newborn’s mouth- sexual assault.

Invalidating a woman’s experience is an act of violence.

Yes yes yes, I know. Sometimes there is an emergency… yeah, you know, if you have time enough to say to the concerned nurse ‘oh, she’s not even im pain, she’s just acting the diva.’ you have enough time to say ‘dear, I know this is terrible frightening and you’re in pain, but we need to move fast now to make sure you and baby are ok. We’re taking good care of you. It’ll be over soon’- that makes the difference between a difficult birth and a traumatic one.

And besides, 1/3 of all mothers describe birth as being traumatic. Not 1/3 of all births include emergencies. So stop using that stupid argument to rectify you bad work.

You’re stressed, I get it. We have a global healthcare crisis. I am truly sorry for that. But if you’re so stressed it makes you feel that violence is needed to make the system work, then it’s probably time to step back.

[lilyflxwers]

this is your daily reminder to drink water, take your meds, make a tasty snack

[sweet-honey-bee11]

Confession:

I can’t fix anybody, but I can love them fully and accept them for who they are 

[tieflingful]

Sometimes being is enough

[flickeringlighthouse]

Little things that make me feel happy/loved :

* My nieces running to hug me when I get home from work.

* Someone eating a mayo dipped momo just coz I happened to casually mention that I don’t like mayo.

* My best friend replying to my text with “Hi happiness”

* My mom making a batch of my favourite desserts but a healthier version so I do not miss out on them.

* My dad making a special brew of tea to cheer me up when I’ve had a tough day.

* My aunt hugging me tight and kissing my head just coz I helped her wear a sock.

* My friends and cousins sending me links of Instagram posts and reels that made them think of me or want me to see over WhatsApp coz I refuse to use Instagram.

* My niece calling me to ask what colour to use in her painting/how to make a certain colour.

* My friends being my cheerleaders for the smallest of my achievements.

* My brother finding excuses and reasons to get me to move to the same city he lives in.

* My dad filling up my cars tank just so I don’t have to leave early for work.

* My colleagues remembering to take timely breaks between meetings so I’m fed on time.

* My aunt making sure to send in my favourite sweets and pickle even without me asking.

* My cousin making me a bunch of posters with motivational quotes even though I asked for just one.

* My mom slipping in next to me in the mornings to take a quick nap on cold days.

* My mom sunbathing with me in our balcony.

I’ve always been a person who appreciates the little things over grand gestures. But lately I’ve started consciously noticing these little things that people do for me.

I don’t wanna count my blessings in its literal sense coz I feel that there are infinite of them, scattered all through my life. But I’m putting down this list to come back to on days when I feel like I’m not enough. I’m surely gonna be adding more to this.

It’s always the little thoughts behind the actions. :’)

[kal-el22]

Keep laughing 💜💜💜💜

It’s Keysha’s WORLD 🌎 🏝️ 💜

Spread Love is the Brooklyn WAY!

[sebcosmothetransguy]

okay, for those who can’t find inspiration, have inspo block (like art block or writer’s block), are mentally ill and are too depressed/anxious/etc. to have the energy/find the inspo/calm down enough to find the inspo/too overwhelmed to find the inspo, are neurodivergent and have memory loss because of it and therefore can’t remember the inspiration for something, are just forgetful and can’t remember the inspiration for something. i’m with ya.

i’m struggling atm to figure out what to post cuz my brain isn’t working cuz my sleep schedule is off and i haven’t eaten enough or drank enough today and it’s currently 1 in the morning for me and my anxiety is going crazy for no reason, so i’m posting this.

what i REALLY want to post is something fun or cool or witty or queer or something else like that, something that will project some positive vibes out into the the small number of following i have and anybody else you comes across my post. but i can’t think of anything, and i’m just scrolling through tumblr looking for anything that might make my brain go “!!! i can do something with that !!!” instead of sleeping like i should (i don’t want to sleep though, i want to post something, not sleep).

so, if anybody else often has this problem or currently has this problem, i’m with ya. it’s frustrating. go sleep though, you can spend your free time tomorrow finding some inspo, it’s not now or never, believe me. you have time. and for anyone who doesn’t listen to that encouragement, i feel you. inspo will hit you in the face sooner or later though, even if it takes a while, and i wish you luck in your scrolling inspo-search-driven efforts.

and any of you who are stressed about trying to create content/posts, even if you only have a small following and not even your own little community yet, take it easy on yourself. people might miss you a little, but they won’t be mad at you. it’s okay if you can’t think of anything to post/are too depressed to post/are too distracted to post/are in an episode of any kind and can’t post because of it/are too anxious to post/anything else like that, because you’ll find something when you’re feeling better again, and you won’t be letting anybody down during the time when you can’t.

so yeah, i feel you if you’re dealing with any of that for any of those reasons. i know that it’s one small thing in the mess of all your other things that are probably going on right now, and that it means a great deal to you, but you aren’t a failure for it and you don’t have to post if you can’t right now.

go sleep, get some rest, stop the scrolling and searching, get something to drink, get a snack or eat a meal, take a shower, brush your teeth, get changed out of those clothes you’ve been in for a week/s, walk around in your house for a little bit, or do at least one of those things, you don’t have to do em all if you can’t.

the whole world of tumblr isn’t on your shoulders. you aren’t a failure for not being able to create at the same pace/quality always. go easy on yourself. <3

[soulinkpoetry]

We are enough the way we are.

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[harry-styles-obsessed]

You are enough.

Request: hey, I was wondering whether you could do something along the lines of mental health? I’ve been struggling recently and your stories brought me out of the darkness in some way or another so if possible? Thank you!

A/N: hey anonymous, thank you so much for the request. I understand how difficult mental health is. I’m so glad my stories have been able to do that. I’m sending you all the love and I hope this is okay. Remember you’re not alone. My DM’s are always open. Much love, Amber x

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of self harm, suicidal thoughts, pretty dark topics, panic attack, self hate, depression&anxiety- please read at your own discretion.

Mental health was a beast no one could tame. Depression, anxiety and so many more… it was almost torturous. As if the demons within your head created a pact together and decided it would be fun to torment you. It was never ending and to be quite frank it was exhausting. You sometimes felt as if no one understood you. It was so tiring. It felt as if the soothing words that were repeated over and over again became less soothing every time. As if the demons within you were becoming more tolerant to the words, to the comfort, as if they were slowly beginning to drown you. Harry, your boyfriend of 3 years even paid for you to get therapy… out of his own love and own money which you felt terrible for but he assured you it was for the best. The therapy was going well for a while but then it started becoming repetitive… you struggled talking and when you couldn’t talk and felt the pain wrap it’s cold loathsome hands around your throat constricting your breathing you simply couldn’t and wouldn’t talk.

That day was going awfully- first you encountered an ex friend whom you were not on good terms with, next you were caught in a flood of rain absolutely drenched and the cherry on the top was the fact when you walked inside your apartment it was empty. Cold. Sad. No one to wrap their arms around you. No Harry. No nobody. Just you and your confused uncontrollable emotions. You felt like such a waste of a human being.. no… you were a waste of a human being. You were meant to go to your weekly therapy session but you were exhausted, harry was out recording songs for his new album and you were just here wasting your life away. It felt as if everyone was accomplishing something… all except you. You dropped your bag onto the floor slowly moving towards your bedroom, the door hitting against the wall as you sniffled. You tried desperately to not cry. To not be weak but you couldn’t control the anger and resentment you felt… and not because of anyone… no… simply because of yourself. You hated yourself and didn’t know how to control the feelings flooding your blood stream. Your body sank into the bed, wet clothes still clinging to your skin as you curled up in a ball closing your eyes tightly as soft sobs began leaving your lips until the crying turned into little whimpers those whimpers turning silent too as you managed to somehow cry yourself to sleep. Everything was going so well… so damn well… and you just had to go ahead and ruin it. Harry would tell you it wasn’t your fault and you were being too harsh on yourself but he wasn’t there to soothe you… you couldn’t bear to even think good things about yourself. You were broken.

Harry had spent most of his day recording, he wanted to release new good songs and he knew the fans craved new songs. The recording went really well everything was coming together and he was quite proud of it however he had a horrible gut feeling that he simply could not shake. He knew what you went through and you were always his top priority no matter what, of course concerts mattered and performing for his fans was also his priority but you would always come first. If you needed him he would be right there to support you. He knew you quite well he knew how the simplicity of a hateful comment on social media could send you spiralling and so that’s why he made sure you got rid of social media, he didn’t want to be possessive or controlling but he didn’t want to see you go through the brainwashing factor of all the hateful comments, the comments that stripped you of your self love… you hated yourself and Harry had to do a whole lot to make you love yourself again and he wasn’t gonna let some child mess up your mental health. Most of the comments came from jealous 11 year olds who had no clue what the hell they were doing, it was harmful. Harry remembered the time when hate comments got the best of him too… but he built a tough skin, a wall around himself that protected him from any hate.. he knew how to cope with it but you… you just needed a tad bit more of TLC and he was more than willing to be that person to remind you that you are enough.

“Babe I’m home!” He called his voice echoing off the walls as he quietly shut the front door his ring adorned fingers lightly twisting the lock on the door to make sure they wouldn’t get any visitors. Stalkers most definitely weren’t a shock to Harry. “Baby?” He called once again his concern growing more as he slowly walked into your room his frame pausing as he saw you, your frail body laying weakly on the bed. He let out a soft sigh just glad you were okay before he took slow steps towards where you lay. He slowly sat down beside you on the edge of the bed his hand gently resting upon your shoulder his hand rubbing up and down your back slowly and gently his fingertips slowly drawing patterns “y/n?” He whispered out as he slowly laid down beside you his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you close, and once he saw the way your eyelids fluttered every so slightly he let out a sigh as he gently caressed his hand over your face brushing some hair off of your forehead so he could look clearly into your tired puffy eyes, he knew you should be at your therapy session now but he didn’t bring that up… he knew not to. He knew you were having a mental crisis but that was okay. “What happened?” He asked simply and quietly “I-it doesn’t matter…” your voice was tired and weak his expression turning more stern as he gave you a disapproving but soft look “don’t say that. Of course it matters.” He murmured softly his lips gently pressing against your forehead as he pulled you closer to his body. “You matter, y/n… I don’t want you hiding your emotions from me. You matter, so therefore your feelings matter. C’mon. Talk.” He urged gently he knew when you got like this it took a while to coax it out of you but he had become petty expert at understanding you and understanding what helped knock you out of it. “I don’t wanna.” You whispered into his ear and he nodded, his fingertips gently soothing against your skin “okay. We don’t have to. But I’m gonna stay with you until you want to talk alright?” He said and for the first time you nodded slightly proving you wanted that and that you didn’t want to be alone.

His grip on you loosened ever so slightly as he sat up again scooting backwards so he was propped up on a couple of pillows his back resting against the headboard “c’mon sweetheart, cuddle time.” He murmured giving you a small smile his arms opening wide for you a soft little breath leaving your lips as you lugged your tired body up clambering on top of him, legs straddling either side of him before you leaned into his chest, his arms wrapping around your shoulders tightly and securely making sure you felt safe and sound as you practically melted into his embrace, eyes fluttering shut. “Want to watch a movie? Series? Marvel? Harry Potter? Stranger things? Back to the future?” He named all things you had both watched together at some point. You shook your head remaining nonverbal but he didn’t mind, he knew you needed him and he was going to be right there for you. Your head which rested upon his chest listened to the way his heart thumped rhythmically against his chest, so calmly, so warmly…. So peacefully. “Cartoons” the word soon left your lips as he gazed down at you a small smile tugging at his beautiful lips “alright.” He said simply, not judging one bit, cartoons were comforting in some aspects especially when you were going through a tough time. He put on your favourite cartoon before dropping the remote back down next to him his arm wrapping around you once again as he let out a soft sigh “I’ve got you… I’m right here… never leaving you.” He spoke softly as he pressed a little kiss to the top of your head.

The cartoon soon became a slight murmur in the background as tears blurred your vision a little sniffle coming from you “I’m sorry, H” you whispered meekly, he didn’t respond- simply wanting you to get whatever was on your mind out. “I-I…” you swallowed harshly unable to say it worried he’d be embarrassed of you, worried he would be disappointed. He knew the sound of your voice all too well, the way your eyes were full of worry “you hurt yourself didn’t you?” He asked and the tears that cascaded down your cheeks were enough of an answer for him a soft sigh leaving his lips as he held you tighter more protectively “oh darling… it’s okay..” he whispered quietly your breathing becoming heavier your heart racing so much so it was starting to hurt “I-I’m so sorry harry… I don’t know why I did it it was stupid… I- i was clean for so many days and now I go ruin it like a fucking idiot! I’m so stupid!” Your voice raised more with anger “hey hey hey… look at me.” Harry demanded his hand gently caressing against your chin as he made you look at him “don’t. Don’t. You’re not stupid. Everyone has little bumps in the road… you’re allowed to stumble and fall every now and then. We all are. I’m not angry at you. I’m not disappointed. I’m not upset with you. Breathe. In for four… hold for four… out for four.” He soothed slowly and gently your breathing soon calming down again as he looked into your eyes a soft assuring smile resting upon his lips “I’m sorry… so sorry.” You said quietly and he shook his head “you’ve got no reason to be sorry…” he assured gently “but-“ he shook his head silencing you by pressing a kiss to your lips “but nothing y/n.”

His words were assuring but calming as he smiled softly at you, he was sad you had hurt yourself but he wasn’t angry. No. Not in the slightest. “Can you show me?” He asked softly but once you shook your head he knew not to push your boundaries “okay sweetheart… you don’t have to… did you cover them though? Not bleeding anymore?” And as you shook your head he let out a soft sigh “y/n, I know things are hard right now, but I need you to be vocal with me.” He urged gently and as you looked into his eyes you remembered just how much you could trust him. “Didn’t use a knife or razor” you whispered quietly “lighter” you said, a soft sad look forming on his face as he nodded “okay.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek “thank you for telling me… I’m proud of you.” He murmured softly. You leaned back into him your lips resting beside his ear “I don’t know why I did it… I just felt empty… sad… it seemed as if the whole world was against me today… just felt hopeless.” You whispered to him and he listened giving you his undivided attention “that’s valid. You’re allowed to feel like that. Your feelings are valid.” He comforted his hand gently sliding up the back of your T-shirt as he allowed his warm hand to caress against your skin “I love you y/n.” He said softly and gently. “Love you too Harry.” You whispered and a small smile tugged at his lips. You deserved the world and he knew that… one day he hoped he would be able to help you see yourself through his eyes.

“Tell me, would you treat somebody the way you treat yourself?” He soon asked and you looked into his eyes a small frown forming on your face “of course not.” You said and he nodded “then why do you treat yourself the way you wouldn’t treat others? Do you not believe you deserve the same amount of love others deserve because that’s not true… maybe take some of the love you have for me and give it to yourself. You need to start loving yourself… seeing yourself the way I see you.” He murmured stroking his fingertips against your cheek gently. “How do you see me?” You asked and he smiled softly “well I see a beautiful woman who doesn’t see her worth… I see a woman who’s badass but doesn’t let that full badass potential come out to play enough… I also see a scared anxious girl who doesn’t know how to express herself properly… but within that is a beautiful girl who deserves nothing but happiness. You deserve it y/n. You’re worth it y/n. You’re enough, Y/n.” He said softly and the more you gazed into his eyes the more emotional you became “tell me…” he said softly “what?” You asked softly and he smiled reassuringly “tell me. Tell me you’re enough.” He said and you looked into his eyes “I’m enough.” You said softly and he smiled “good job… now a little louder.” You repeated it again… over and over…. Until somehow it was imprinted into your mind and he wouldn’t ever stop reminding you of that small but very big factor….

You’re enough.

[st4rfallen]

shitposting about my mental health at half past 1 in the night:

When writing this I imagined the sentence “you are a pathetic excuse of a human being” blaring into my tired eyes through a screeching glowing screen, tearing and ripping and causing me tears. But I won’t write this cause it is neither true nor something needing to be said. Instead I write: you being aware of making wrong choices does not make said wrong choices okay. You making wrong choices about yourself doesn’t make said wrong choices okay. You are a human like every other. You are harming a human willingly, a human who is innocent of all things. Thought and selflessness are not enough nor are they helping anyone but your consciousness.

[mychemicalroadworkahead]

Reminder to eat, yeah? Unless you’re observing a religious/social period of fasting, eat when you’re hungry if you’re able to. If you don’t eat enough calories your body can’t function as properly as it does when you eat, and that typically leads to not feeling well (lethargic, dizzy when standing, fainting, etc.) and being in a worse mental state than you typically are.

Please eat, okay? You are enough just the way you are and you don’t have to earn a basic necessity of life. Love you <3

[smallratboy]

hey you

yeah, you. the one sitting by themself, thinking nobody wants you here, thinking you’d be better off dead.

i’m here to tell you that’s some fucking bullshit. i want you here. my dog wants you here. you are important. you are wanted. you are good enough.

i’m so fucking proud of you for making it to today. i’ll see you tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after. i know i’m just some idiot on tumblr, but i need you here. just one more day. i believe in you.