Dear Friend

Dear friend,
My vocabulary is limited; I don’t know any adjectives that do justice in describing you. I search for the words everyday, but I return home with empty pockets and frustration. 

Dear friend,
I will tell you this: You shine like the flashlight that shows me the way home at night. The beam is soft enough as to not harm my eyes in the way the sun does, but powerful enough to keep me from tripping over cracks and pebbles.

Dear friend:
You always avoided mirrors. You were never able to truly see yourself. And even when you did, the reflection showed you a false image, distorted and mirrored.

Dear friend,
You are the ocean, always pushing and pulling. You ebb and you flow, you crash and you sparkle. You wrap around my ankles as I dig my toes into the sand. You rush to greet me, then, just as quickly, pull away. 

Dear friend,
You were never able to truly see yourself. Your beauties lie just underneath the sand, waiting to be uncovered.

A Tech Editor’s Speech

Articles. Photos. Newsletters. These are the things that have come to define me during my thirteen-month term as your club editor. I’ve read a total of several hundred articles, taken nearly two thousand photos, and spent hours making newsletters. [No, really. HOURS. Like, six hours for each one.] But anyway, I’m grateful for having had this opportunity to serve our club. Truthfully, I struggled very often to meet deadlines. I stressed out an infinite amount of times over my responsibilities as a project chair. I battled my technologically-challenged self in attempts to play Powerpoints. And I have no trouble admitting that I was anything but tech savvy. 

But here’s the thing: I learned a lot about graphics. I enjoyed making newsletters and taking derpy photos of you guys. And I loved reading all your articles.

And so, it is with both relief and reluctancy that I leave this position. I hope for the best for my successor, Vyvien. I hope that she will become frustrated over the smallest technical challenges. I hope that she will lose sleep over printing out waiver forms. I hope that she also spends a lot of money on ink in that process. I hope that she cries over articles. I hope that she puts in all of her energy for newsletters. I hope that she exceeds the maximum amount of photos for her Facebook album-it’s 1,000, by the way. I hope that she stresses out and freaks out… And I hope that she will come to realize, as I did, that it was all worth it. 

So, Vyvien, I leave you with these words of advice: We don’t make keys in Key Club… We are the keys. We must unlock our own potential and open the doors to opportunities ourselves. So don’t wait around for someone to answer the door-what if nobody’s home? Be a key… and open it yourself.

fick-d1ch:

stormcloudsandskittles:

anxhious:

gerardgayofficial:

move-on-go-beyond:

a-sad-guy:

greeneggsangraham:

saltunderthesea:

This broke my fucking heart

This is why you don’t lie about having mental disorders. It is not a joke.

I’m crying

This broke my heart

this is real ocd, not the people in school getting annoyed when their desk is messy.

Wow.

Those last few lines hit me really hard because that could easily be me. In fact, it has been, to a lesser extent. If I hit my left shoulder on something, I have to replicate it on the opposite shoulder. But sometimes, the hit on the right shoulder will be stronger, so I have to do the left shoulder again. It goes back and forth, until both shoulders are equally bruised. It happens with cuts and burns and even just people touching me. Animal bites are the worst because I can’t replicate them, and the pain of not being even hurts worse than the actual bite. Self harming can get really out of hand too- Everything must be parallel and symmetrical, and the same severity. A lot of people say that OCD isn’t difficult- it’s just some handwashing and keeping tidy. For some people, that might be it, I can’t speak for them. But for some sufferers, it is hell. Some days it’s bearable- but some days, I have to wrap up in a blanket in an effort to keep all sensation symmetrical, because the OCD is so bad that I know the smallest thing could lead to an incredibly dangerous spiral.

"He couldn’t have one cut wrist.He had to have two cut wrist”
Pretty much lost it there.

fick-d1ch:

stormcloudsandskittles:

anxhious:

gerardgayofficial:

move-on-go-beyond:

a-sad-guy:

greeneggsangraham:

saltunderthesea:

This broke my fucking heart

This is why you don’t lie about having mental disorders. It is not a joke.

I’m crying

This broke my heart

this is real ocd, not the people in school getting annoyed when their desk is messy.

Wow.

Those last few lines hit me really hard because that could easily be me. In fact, it has been, to a lesser extent. If I hit my left shoulder on something, I have to replicate it on the opposite shoulder. But sometimes, the hit on the right shoulder will be stronger, so I have to do the left shoulder again. It goes back and forth, until both shoulders are equally bruised. It happens with cuts and burns and even just people touching me. Animal bites are the worst because I can’t replicate them, and the pain of not being even hurts worse than the actual bite. Self harming can get really out of hand too- Everything must be parallel and symmetrical, and the same severity. 

A lot of people say that OCD isn’t difficult- it’s just some handwashing and keeping tidy. For some people, that might be it, I can’t speak for them. But for some sufferers, it is hell. Some days it’s bearable- but some days, I have to wrap up in a blanket in an effort to keep all sensation symmetrical, because the OCD is so bad that I know the smallest thing could lead to an incredibly dangerous spiral.

"He couldn’t have one cut wrist.
He had to have two cut wrist”

Pretty much lost it there.

(Source: thiswolfheartstillbeats)

If you’re not losing friends then you’re not growing up.

skeletonsiro:

in our copy of hana-bi the subtitles never leave the screen until something else is said

(Source: betype)

(Source: legsopenforliz)

I tried, I really did. But what more can I do? I don’t have the authority to just storm in and demand that I get what I want. I’m already stressed out that it’s not done; it certainly did not help for you to say the whole department is depending on me. 

I’ve already felt a ton of pressure and stress from the very first day. I don’t even know if I can live up to your expectations of me. 

  

Doorways | Radical Face

I believed in all your stories
I believed you’d never lie

i am very emotionally unstable and stressed out right now

if you do anything to add to my distress I WILL HAVE A BREAKDOWN

SO PLEASE

DON’T TOUCH ME

DON’T STRESS ME OUT

DON’T ASK ME QUESTIONS

DON’T YELL AT ME

DON’T ANNOY ME

JUST STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME