I can only imagine how many times it took to get this right.
Breakfast Club, 1985


I can only imagine how many times it took to get this right.

Breakfast Club, 1985

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In case you didn’t hear this today:


- Good morning.
- You look beautiful.
- Your outfit is hella cute.
- Your hair smells good.
- Nice butt.
- You’re sexy.
- Good job.
- You’re smart.
- Keep going.
- Stay strong.
- Bon appetit.
- You have great music taste.
- Your blog is flawless.
- I love you.
- Good night.

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reblog if your dick glows in the dark

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Could it be?!
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"You’re the nicotine in my blood, you’re the warm sensation in my chest. You’re a fine wine. You’re like an addiction, I can’t quit you."

I wanna get drunk. (via psychologicallyderanged)
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Re-blog if you’re accepting anonymous asks from anyone about anything

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This makes me extremely content.

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First and foremost, I would like to say this post will be triggering to those who suffer with any self-destructive behavior and/or depression. However, this will be my only post about this topic.

The first time I attempted suicide, I was only 13. I wrapped a belt around my neck in my mom’s bathroom. Long story short, a mere two seconds later my mom had kicked open the door to take me down. To this day, I still have trouble breathing and my neck gets sore sometimes. Up until I was 24, I had attempted suicide over 50 times from overdosing and cutting.

The first time I self-harmed, was 14.5 years ago. This included everything from cutting, burning, starving and beating myself up.

In 2011, I was admitted into a psychiatric hospital for time. I had been there for a month. A year later, 2012, I was admitted into the hospital again but had only stayed a week.

At my lowest, in 2011, I was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, severe depression, general anxiety, social anxiety, insomnia, OCD, PTSD, mild bi-polar disorder and paranoia.

It took me until I was 23 years old to get help. It took me until I was 24 years old to come out as a Transgender Male. It took me 26 years to be free. To be whole. To love myself. To accept myself.

This month marks 1 whole year free from self-destructive behavior. This month marks my freedom from being in darkness. This month marks my journey. My recovery.

I fought hard. I fought through relapse after relapse. I survived. This message is to anyone who needs some sort of hope. This is for you. I am here because I need to be here. You are here because you need to be here. Whatever it is you are going through, whatever it is you have went through, I am here to remind you the storm does not last forever. I am here to remind you somebody loves you. It may take time, a long time but it is never too late to get help.

I am living proof. I am here. If I can do it, you can do it. I would bet on you. All of you.

Thank you to every one of you, my friends and especially my family for helping me through this. I can finally and whole heartedly say, I am happy. I have survived.


Now it’s your turn. (via psychologicallyderanged)
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#mine #trigger warning #positivity #ily 
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"I don’t pay attention to the
world ending.
It has ended for me
many times
and began again in the morning."

Nayyirah Waheed  (via daughterofgollum)

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