Im 20something in love with life, nature,family,travel, adventrue,love,music,theatre, and most importantly God. None of these pictures belong to me if so ill say so. Feel free to ask me anything and follow me on this journey :)
Being bipolar is oppressive. I live in between my suicidal thoughts/desires. I’m not grateful to wake up to see another day because living in my body is hell. Apparently, committing suicide may send me to hell but since I’m already living in hell I know what to expect. At least then I’d be left to my pain without the pressures of being a productive,healthy person. the pain of seein my hopes and dreams slip out of my sick fingers would only taunt me but no longer weigh on me because it will no longer matter.
read this on here today and i haven’t stopped thinking about this quote since (via pluiedem)
I have a constant hard on for my bae. It’s so real. I’m glad I waited til I was ready to have sex.