My name is Sally and I’m 21 years old. I live in Richmond, Virginia and attend VCU. I like sleeping, eating, cats, teeth, watching movies, my nikon d500, incense, alcohol, candles, bubble-tea, dying my half shaved head, juicing, laying out and being tan, shopping, fisheye, river adventures, Manda Sesko, family, carbohydrates, cuddle puddles, pills, partyin' hard, Conor Oberst, my kindle, pottery, sweet tea, feminism, summer, smoking crack, worshiping Satan, juicing, loungin' all day long, iced coffee, JEEPLIFE, getting by, and other crazy stuff you don't even know about. Comfortably numb. Stressed, depressed, but well dressed.
“I have learned that if you are down, stay down. Don’t get back on your fucking feet until you are prepared to stand. Don’t get up until you have learned why you fell. Nine times out of ten, it is because you were weighing down on someone who could no longer hold you. You gave someone your power. You forgot about yourself. Let me tell you something - there is one person there for you. One person. It’s the same person that wipes your shit and feeds you and cleans up your vomit after a drunken night. It’s the same person who brushes your teeth and tends to your wounds and gets your crying ass out of the shower. The same one that tucks you into bed and cradles you in the night and fights off the darkness and embraces the light. It’s you. It’s always been you. Don’t get off that fucking ground because you see somebody you know or somebody you want to know, or - somebody you can rely on. Wipe your fucking face and get up for you. Because you can. Because it’s the least of what you owe yourself.”
— (via unconcernedteenblogger)
(Source: aseriesofnouns, via sickxtrash)
3:56 am • 30 October 2013 • 74,014 notes
Time does not heal all wounds. You know what heals wounds? Getting an actual explanation for why something happened. Being given the facts of why something happened so you can actually find resolve in your mind. I could have lived years longer feeling the same exact way, held down by the same exact sadness but then I got an explanation. This is why religion does not satisfy me. I can’t just sit and believe “it happened for a reason” or “it is out of your hands.” No, give me the reason! Put it in my fucking hands! When I find out the textbook reason for why something happened that is when my wound begins healing, and quickly. I need to be able to crush things in my hands, not let them run through my fingers.
4:17 am • 26 October 2013 • 2 notes
“No amount of love can cure madness or unblacken one’s dark moods. Love can help, it can make the pain more tolerable, but, always, one is beholden to medication that may or may not always work and may or may not be bearable.”
— Kay Redfield Jamison (via thechocolatebrigade)
2:53 am • 25 October 2013 • 124 notes