Everyone I talk to (which is a grand total of about 3 people) is busy and not answering their texts and I’m on the verge of a major depressive break and omfg I just wish someone would fucking talk to me.
“It’s like drowning. Except you can see everyone around you breathing.
by Unknown (via freemanist)
Yo its’ okay if you’re a white girl who likes Uggs and spray tans and pop music and instagramming your Starbucks. Don’t let tumblr make you think for one minute that liking things like that makes you inferior.
Same goes for if you’re a hipster trans mexican/japanese Pizza Underground enthusiast with a hello kitty neck tattoo.
If you’re not hurting anyone, you be you. There’s nothing wrong with that.
by (via slit-wrist-theory)
Muscle is created by repeatedly lifting things that have been designed to weigh us down. So when your shoulders feel heavy, stand up straight and lift your chin – call it exercise. When the world crumbles around you, you have to look at the wreckage and then build a new one out of all the pieces that are still here. Remember, you are still here.
The human heart beats approximately four thousand times per hour. Each pulse, each throb, each palpitation is a trophy engraved with the words ‘You are still alive.’
You are still alive.
Act like it.
by Rudy Francisco, Complainers (via brattylifts)