why do pop punk bands think they need like 6 opening bands. why? do you guys travel in packs? more people to chip in to order pizza? are you ALL getting out of this town???

(via theofficialfuckery)

"1. Do not base your self worth off of other people. You have always been and always will be important. You are a compilation of wonderfully made atoms. Just because someone does not see the light shining through the cracks in your veins does not mean you are dull.
2. Beauty isn’t measured by how many boys have told you sweet nothings and kissed your stubborn lips. Beauty is an internal explosion of art.
3. She thinks you are better than her (and she is right). Her streaks of mean and backstabbing come from hatred toward herself. This has nothing to do with you baby girl, this never had to do with you. She wants to shatter you the way she’s been shattered.
4. Don’t let anyone tell you that your body is theirs. You are whole on your own and do not need anything to complete you.
5. No matter how much beauty you find in scars, you’re going to regret ever causing them on yourself. A child will place miniature fingers on the ridges of your wrists and you’ll realize one day that this is your body and you are only given one so you better make damn sure that it lasts beautifully.
6. High school ends, in fact everything ends. Do not try to mix permanent solutions with temporary situations.
7. Stop taking yourself so seriously you are only getting older so for now make sure to leave soft footprints in the sand and engrave memories into your soul.
8. Treasure your thoughts, the good and bad. Write things down and accept everything you feel no matter how wretched or wrong it seems, it is infinitely valid.
9. Shrinking is not necessary. You are already a speck in a vast universe. Grow instead.
10. I am walking behind you to clean the fallen dust and broken hearts you may drop. I will always love you the most. Too many times we’re left to deal with everything on our own. No matter the size of your problem or the length of your story I’ll listen."
- Letters To My Daughter  (via alcoholings)

(via alcoholings)


Painless ways to kill yourself.

i. There is no painless way to kill yourself, someone, somewhere, will feel the pain.

ii. The internet says, “sleeping pills, you will fall asleep and never wake up! You won’t feel a thing!” When that is a lie, your stomach will turn to fire and your throat will fill with the taste of your own stomach acid. You will drown in your own spit. That isn’t even the worst party, it’s when your mother comes home from work. She will walk through the door, and call out your name. She will call and call and there will be no response, maybe you’re in the shower? Maybe you’re asleep? She will walk up the stairs, knock on your door to receive no answer. When she walks in she will see the lifeless body of her baby girl, lying on the floor. Her heart will stop but she will run to you with shaky knees, touching your face that is now still and cold. Her body will be on fire, and her throat will begin to tighten, the sharp pains in her chest will feel like knives in the heart. That image will kill her more than her own death, it will haunt her living years each night. She will no longer be alive, but just as dead as you are now.

iii. Years ago, your father showed you the gun safe he kept in the house in case of emergencies, you knew the pass code, you knew how to shoot and loud, at least you had an idea. They say a bullet to the brain will do the job.. So one night, when your father is fast asleep, you will be down the hallway staring down the mouth of a gun.
One, two, three..
Your father’s heart will jump and his body will follow, the first thing he thinks of is you. He will scream your name and run down the hallway and bang on your door. It’s locked. His knees begin to feel weak as he bruises his body trying to knock down the door, the first sight he see’s in blood splattered on the wall. At that moment his breath began to stop, and his eyes wandered to yours. Still open, but no more life inside your shell. He will drop to his hands and knees and scream why, why, why. There will never be a day he won’t hate himself, for keeping a gun in the house, for not making you happy, for not knowing. He will live a life without a son, live a life with an empty space. Live a life of hurt, and hatred for himself.

iv. You may think that when you’re dead and gone you will not be hurting anyone. You may think when you slide a blade across your wrist, you’re only hurting yourself. Yet I have learned that is not true, it’s not. The person who will find your body, the one who see’s the cuts, their chest will feel tight and they will feel like it was their fault for letting it get this far. The only mark you will be leaving on them is pain, hurt, and the question why? So please note this, there is pain in every suicide attempt, every death, every cut. You are not only hurting your life, but others too. Because you are cared for.

- i.c. // “There is always pain in death, maybe not felt by the one dying, but felt by the lovers of the deceased.” (via delicatepoetry)