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gingerbatch-addict:

salaamender:

Sometimes I think to myself, “do I really want to buy another chocolate bar?”
And then I remember that there is a super volcano under Yellowstone that is 40,000 years overdue and when it erupts it could potentially cover most of north America in ash and create a volcanic winter that kills half the worlds population
And I’m like, fuck yeah I want that chocolate bar

This is one of the most inspiring posts i’ve ever seen

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d-eauxis:

7impossible-things:

diary-of-a-dead-fuckup:

In the top left corner you have depression, isolating you from humanity, telling you you’re worthless and making you feel vulnerable.
Next to her is anorexia. Skinny and evil, she is made of bones and tells you not to eat.
At the fridge is bulimia/binge eating disorder. Binging and possibly purging, she makes you feel gross from all you ate.
In the bottom left is anxiety/suicidal tendencies. Alone, scared and helpless she turns to drugs to end your pain…either for a little while or forever.
At the right of the table you have self harm. Constantly whispering, providing “relief” and telling you it’ll all be okay. If you cut deeper. Evilly enticing you until the pain stops.
In the middle, is yourself. The only one with human eyes. Surrounded by your demons.

Can we just. Please.

Omg
Apr 21, 2014 / 65,402 notes

d-eauxis:

7impossible-things:

diary-of-a-dead-fuckup:

In the top left corner you have depression, isolating you from humanity, telling you you’re worthless and making you feel vulnerable.

Next to her is anorexia. Skinny and evil, she is made of bones and tells you not to eat.

At the fridge is bulimia/binge eating disorder. Binging and possibly purging, she makes you feel gross from all you ate.

In the bottom left is anxiety/suicidal tendencies. Alone, scared and helpless she turns to drugs to end your pain…either for a little while or forever.

At the right of the table you have self harm. Constantly whispering, providing “relief” and telling you it’ll all be okay. If you cut deeper. Evilly enticing you until the pain stops.

In the middle, is yourself. The only one with human eyes. Surrounded by your demons.

Can we just. Please.

Omg

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decibelsandpaperbacks:

This week on Tumblr:

It’s a metaphor. You’re a metaphor. I’m a metaphor. Your keybord is a metaphor. Everything is a metaphor. The universe is turning into one giant metaphor on a molecular scale. Run. It’s too late.

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riverofbones:

vintage & models ❂
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