You need to realize that the way you are feeling now will not be permanent.
-  r.h (via psych-facts)

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Always reblog

I actually really needed this right now, I know you’re not here, you’re so far away, but I heard that in your voice and I don’t think I could feel more suicidal than I do now. But your voice in my head makes me want to keep going, for you, to make you proud

reblogging because of that ^^

I may not know you. I may not have even spoken to you. But the statement above is no less true. Whoever you are, I am so proud of you.

This made me cry. I needed this

“im so  proud of you” I’v always wanted to hear those words..

I’m so proud of you^^^  even though you don’t know me, I’m a real person, and i am proud of you. i swear. 

I cant explain the truth in this. If you’re struggling with self-loathing and suicidal thoughts, I’m seriously so proud that you’re able to read this right now. I understand, I’ve been in your shoes. But I know that there is a future ahead for you. There are better things that you will be passionate about. Bad times will stop. I can’t promise that they’ll stop soon, or even that better times are close. But I CAN say that when better times do come they are so worth every minute of pain.
Cause looking on this side back at your old days, you become so proud of yourself for making it through.
therefined:

“Because sending a letter is the next best thing to showing up personally at someone’s door. Ink from your pen touches the stationary, your fingers touch the paper, your saliva seals the envelope, your scent graces the paper. Something tangible from your world travels through machines and hands, and deposits itself in another’s mailbox; their world. Your letter is then carried inside as an invited guest. The paper that was sitting on your desk, now sits on another’s. The recipient handles the paper that you handled. Letters create a connection that modern and impersonal forms of communication will never replace.”
Love yourself —
when it’s fucking 2 a.m and you’re not even halfway through with your essay that was due last week.
when your mom is yelling at you because your grades are shit
when your dad comes home late smelling like booze
when your dog just died and youre the only one who took care of him
when your brothers girlfriend is cheating on him and if you tell him he’ll hate you
when you lost your best friend to someone you hate
when you think— no you wish that today was your last day,
just fucking love yourself because when every body is too busy trying to fuck up your life you’re the only person that can save you,
your life isnt some fucking john green novel, no one can save you but yourself.
- Anonymous (via highrapunzel)

(Source: durational, via midnighttt-skiess)