daily affirmations

uglygirlsclub:

· i deserve recovery
· i am a good, caring person
· i create my own reality
· i’m trying my best
· i don’t need approval or validation from anyone in regards to my appearance
· i am able to take risks
· i am not a prisoner to my own anxiety
· i deserve good things
· i will not surround myself with people who kill my spirit or make me feel bad about myself
· i am love, i am able to love, i am deserving of love, i am light

(via alibi)

girlproblemz:

TURN DOWN FOR WHAT??

girlproblemz:

TURN DOWN FOR WHAT??

(via alibi)

HARRY POTTER ALPHABET → l
↳ love

"If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. He didn’t realise that love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves it own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign.. to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin."

(via gryffinwhore)

"In August 1964, Robert F. Kennedy took the podium at the Democratic Convention. Immediately, a roar of applause took the whole hall. The crowd wouldn’t let him speak, they wouldn’t let go of him. He was the representation of what they had lost. If the delegates had a sense of loss, imagine what his feelings were. Every day, every hour, every minute, he felt the loss of his brother. The pandamonium went on for twenty-two long minutes. As the crowd finally grew quiet, he bared his grief, enshrining his brother in words from Romeo and Juliet. When he was finished speaking, he left the hall, sat on the fire escape, and wept.” • RFK: An American Experience

(Source: bobbyfkennedy, via mutantnotgay)

loulovescomics:

jamesbong00420:

ennuibabyface:

Game of Thrones Theme (1986 Remix)

SO GOOD.

OHHHHHH MY GOD

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(Source: thedonnieblog, via mutantnotgay)

convertingtolight:

Mental illnesses aren’t clear cut. Symptoms over lap. Symptoms contradict. Some days are better than others. Some days are worse than others. It can get messy. No matter where you are on the spectrum- your thoughts & feelings are valid. You are precious. You deserve to be listened to. You deserve compassion. Just because X over there is struggling a bit more than you today, it doesn’t make you any less worthy of support.

(via gryffinwhore)

zodiacsociety:

ZODIACSOCIETY GIVEAWAY!!

My ‘special edition’ FIFTH giveaway is finally here!! There will be two prizes!! Yay!

  • The second prize will be a handmade glow-in-the-dark nebula necklace courtesy of glowwormshop!! [This is a handmade glow-in-the-dark necklace featuring a silver-plated tray that contains an image of the Fox Fur Nebula behind a clear 25mm (1 inch) glass dome. The nebula image is printed on high-quality photo paper.] It’s absolutely stunning in person!

  • The first prize will be a $50 Glowwormshop Gift Card.

Rules & Regulations:

On May 31st 2014, first and second place winners will be randomly chosen using RANDOM.ORG. The two winners will be notified via Tumblr. If I receive no reply within 48 hours a different winner will be chosen. Once a winner has been chosen that person will need to send me their name, address, and e-mail. Good luck!

(via zodiacsociety)

(Source: misfitsexual, via gryffinwhore)

jewist:

the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again

(via getyourassbeat)




J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix

#if you hate harry i hate you (x)

#harry is the most important THE MOST IMPORTANT  #despite the abuse and pain and lack of affection he experienced as a child  #despite the fact that he is consistently smacked in the face with the unfairness and injustice of life  #despite the fact that he has seen prejudice and greed and destruction and DEATH  #he still loves  #he still cares  #he still has the ability to feel and love and care and that is so fucking important  #harry is everything do not argue with me (x)

gryffinwhore:

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I’m trying to control it but I can’t. Every single memory is flooding my brain so painfully. Things I thought I had hidden resurfacing and suffocating me. Every single time I have moved, every person I had to leave behind, each friendship ended, each piece of happiness taken away. I remember being forced to kiss a boy when I was young. I remember a man grabbing me. I remember the girl who touched me and forced me to touch her. I was only 6. Every person who didn’t want to talk to me. Every person who forgot me. I remember my sister telling me I was fat and realizing I wasn’t pretty. I remember my mom telling me when I was 8 that she was sorry for the body I ended up with. She was sorry that I couldn’t look like the other girls. She grabbed me and spun me around and said she was so sorry I couldn’t wear pretty clothes. I remember going to Goodwill and her telling the cashier that nothing fits me so there was no point buying me expensive clothes. I remember my best friend wanting to be with her other friends and I was left alone every day at lunch. The smart girl who knew everything..only good for helping on homework. I remember losing my pets.  I remember my grandma deciding to buy me something because she felt bad for me. I remember dreaming of her dying and waking up in a cold horrible sweat and she died a week later, leaving me with haunting dreams every night to the point I had to leave every light and tv on in order to sleep at night. I remember the strange guy who kept approaching my best friend and I and the slow realization that he wanted something sexual from us. I was 10 years old. I remember telling my best friend to run away so he would get me instead and she did. I remember the fear of what was going to happen to me next…I remember the shame. I remember the whisper of a friend in my ear as she said goodbye. I remember not being the first choice yet I gave him a second chance, my first boyfriend. Over and over he kept wanting someone else and still I did not leave him. I remember the girls that picked on me in school. Hiding in the bathroom in order not to let anyone see me eat alone. I remember being alone. Moving and moving and forgetting and letting go and being forgotten. Leaving my happiness behind. Then being found by him. He gave me all of his love. I gave him all of mine. I remember how perfect he was and how he was better for me, better than anyone else.  I remember the beautiful love, the walks in the park, the love and guidance he gave me.  My fear of losing him pushed him away. Now I’m alone, with only memories haunting me. Alone and forgotten, attempting to move on, unable to escape these memories in my head. How do I forget?

"It’s no good. When someone leaves you, apart from missing them, apart from the fact that the whole little world you’ve created together collapses, and that everything you see or do reminds you of them, the worst is the thought that they tried you out and, in the end, the whole sum of parts which adds up to you got stamped ‘REJECT’ by the one you love."

— Helen Fielding, Bridget Jones’s Diary. (via stevie-badass)