welcome

to my paradoxical paradise

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(Source: latenz, via waytosurvive)

Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.

nyupanties:

you dont comment on someones weight

y o u d o n t c o m m e n t o n s o m e o n e s w e i g h t

YOU DONT COMMENT ON SOMEONES WEIGHT

Y O U D O N T C O M M E N T O N S O M E O N E S W E I G H T

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caramelgoddessxo:

I’m having a conversation with one of my friends and I ask him, “What defines you?” and he responded with, “Nothing. A definition excludes the possibility for change.”

This is one of the best responses I’ve ever received to any of my questions.

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vodkaand-cigarettes:

bellamy-at-221b:

if self harm is
for attention
why don’t you know
the reason the girl
who sits behind you
in math
wears sweaters every day
and if eating disorders are
for attention
why don’t you know
the girl who stares at you on the bus
hasn’t eaten in a week
and if suicide is
for attention
why don’t you know the reason
the boy who used to
eat lunch at your table
doesn’t
anymore

i just started crying

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maahamburger:

if youre attractive and you talk to me first, chances are im very confused

(Source: maahammy, via releasings)