Sunday, September 21, 2014
lovelylouisss:

HAHAHAHA I CANT STOP WATCHING THIS HAHAHAHAHAHAH

lovelylouisss:

HAHAHAHA I CANT STOP WATCHING THIS HAHAHAHAHAHAH

Some things once you love them become yours forever.
And if you try to let them go… they only circle back and return to you.

They become part of who you are.

Or they destroy you.

From the film “Kill Your Darlings” on the Beat Generation and the David  Kammerer Murder.  (via dilf65)

one of five movies: kill your darlings

Be careful.You are not in wonderland .I have heard the strange madness long growing in your soul.But you are fortunate. In your ignorance.In your isolation, you who have suffered.Find where love hides.Give. Share. Lose. Lest we die unbloomed.”

(Source: cammhuntr)

  • Job Interview
  • Employer: What are your hopes and goals for the future?
  • Me: I just...really need Ian Gallagher to be okay.
itsalphabetpony:

Apparently ep 5x07 is called "Tell Me You F….king Love Me"

itsalphabetpony:

Apparently ep 5x07 is called "Tell Me You F….king Love Me"

No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they’d die for. Martin Luther King Jr. (via maxkirin)

(Source: rbertdowneyjr)

Saturday, September 20, 2014

northgang:

Lily Myers Shrinking Women (X)

omg this is so real, and it’s a huge problem. that happens to me all the time.. every time my brother get angry he screams and breaks things. but no i was taught to hide and bottle up my feelings. becuase my parents would get way to upset if i had problems of feelings. they would be like “what did we do wrong” and that was when i was 4 or 5. now i am 20. and i’ve been having some troubles more now than ever. you see i was bullied a lot when i was a kid. i have social anxiety. i have no friends. my sibilings treat me like i am nothing.. i most of the time i believe them. i hate myself. i cry most of the time. i can’t talk to people. i’ve been through a lot. self-harm, bulimia, etc. i can’t look at myself in the mirror, and i let people treat me like crap.  and for the first time in my life my parents realized that i am not happy or at least not happy enough. and they get so upset and angry trying to find a solution. but they don’t care about the reason. my mom once told me that she didn’t know how to help me.. but like in an angry way and i told her ” you know what, i didn’t ask you to help me, i didn’t even ask you to try and understand it, and you know well that i  never had”. and that is true , i always see my sibilings talk with my parents about their problems and i don’t get it. i never did it . not even when i was a little girl.. i mean i was 4 and i was bullied, and had no friends and the teachers treated me like shit because of my brother.. i cried almost every nigth when my parents were sleeping. i don’t know how i did it back then when a was so little.. but i don’t know how to live any other way.