Lost Creatures

homevvrecker:

i feel like i annoy 99% of you i am sorry

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let-me-waste-awayy:

keep-your-feelings-secret:

d0ntw0rryy:

sextiing:

t-ruthful:

It’s been a few hours, you’ve just been hanging there. You’ve been quiet, too quiet. Usually there’s music playing, or your foot steps could be heard. But today, you’re quiet. Your little sister, who doesn’t normally come to greet you because you lock yourself away, decides to see what you’re doing. She assumes you’re taking a nap, or doing some homework quietly. She runs up the stairs, eager to see, but she comes to an immediate halt. You’re not doing your homework, nor taking a nap. Your music isn’t playing and you aren’t walking around. You’re hanging there, completely still, now just like her. At this moment, her whole world shatters. Everything she has ever known, looked up to, loved, is hanging there by a thread. At this moment, her life has been changed forever. At this moment, she wishes she was hanging with you.
Before you decide to take your life, imagine who will find you. Imagine them walking into a room, and seeing you just hanging there. Whether it be your little sister, little brother, mother father, grandparents, a friend. Imagine what will happen when they find you. No, they will not say “Finally, they’re gone.” No, they will not say “I’m happy they did that.” No, they will not say “I never loved them anyways.” They will die. Their hearts will break. They will hurt, more than you ever could. They will cry, scream, and break down. They’ll believe it’s all just a dream, praying to wake up. Except, they won’t feel that for a few seconds, or a few days, not weeks, nor months. They will feel that until the day they die. Everyday will be hell. They’ll think of you ever second. They’ll hate themselves for not being able to help or save you. They’ll wish they could die too. They’ll want to give up, just to be with you. They won’t be ever be happy again. They won’t smile. They won’t go back to their daily routine. They’ll die every time they walk past your room, or see a picture of you, or think of a memory with you. They’ll think, but stay quiet. They’ll visit your grave, feeling a knife go through their chest every time. And every morning when they wake up, no matter how long it’s been, they’ll wake up to thinking they’ll see you, only to be let down once again. And every night, they will cry themselves to sleep, because even though they refuse to admit it, know you’re gone forever.
Before you decide to take your life, think of your family, burying you. Yes, your own mother and father are planning your funeral. It’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. They’ll have to call the cops, sign a death certificate, pick out clothing, buy a tomb stone, a casket, pick out flower arrangements, and more; All for their child’s funeral. The morning of your funeral, everyone who loves you is wearing black. Tears are streaming down their face, while their heart is breaking. Everyone who you thought didn’t need you, or didn’t care, are waiting in line to see you. They aren’t waiting in line at a party, or a graduation, or at a wedding reception. They’re waiting to see you, hands folded, lifeless, in a casket.
Before you decide to take your life, think of everyone you will be hurting. Don’t you dare so no one, because absolutely everyone will be affected. Your grandparents, won’t have a grandchild anymore. Your parents, won’t have a child anymore. Your brother or sister, won’t have a sibling anymore. Your pet, won’t have an owner anymore. That person you sit next to in class, won’t feel your presence anymore. Your teacher, won’t have a student anymore. That time your grandparents told you no, will haunt them forever, thinking it is their fault, that you are now dead. That time your parents yelled at you, will haunt them forever, thinking if they didn’t yell at you, you would still be here. That time your sibling said they hated you, will hate themselves, because they believe you would still be alive if they said they loved you instead. Those kids who made you feel bad, will wish they were dead too, because if they just smiled at you instead, you would be here. That teacher that you didn’t meet her expectations, will feel like a failure, because you would still be here, if she believed in you. Everyone, who has ever been in your presence, will hurt, because if they showed you they cared, you would still be here.
Before you decide to take your life, think. Don’t just think of yourself, think of the consequences for everyone else. No one’s life will be the same again. That person who God made specially for you, won’t have you. That happiness that was waiting for you, will never show again. Before you decide to take your life, realize that you may be ending your pain, but you’ll be starting a lifetime of everyone elses. 
If you are feeling alone, and think that suicide is the only way out:
My ask is open, and I’m always here. I’ll never judge you. I’ll try to help you.
If you are thinking of taking your life, call:
1-800-784-2433
1-800-SUICIDE

this got to me.

Literally cried

i have a relatable blog and im not asking you to follow me, i just asking you to check my blog out if your going through any problems, WARNING MAY BE TRIGGERING

This is literally the only reason I am still alive. Knowing that it would be my little brothers, mom, or step dad to find me. At one time, I would have given anything to  have my mom and step dad find me dead. But when I turned 18 and moved out, I didn’t talk to them for years. I told her why. I told her everything. And you know what? She made my step dad get sober. She grew a fucking back bone and finally stood up to him. I ended up moving back in when I got divorced. (yeah I got married to get out of the situation, I regret that). I talked to my step dad about everything, he had come to my room to say he was sorry for everything. I started naming things. He started crying, he didn’t remember anything. He was on drugs. He felt so bad. I understood then. I forgave him. I dealt with cutting, suicide attempts, thoughts, eating disorders, I have relapsed. There was a time recently after a horrible break up, where I moved out and moved back in, I thought I was going to kill myself. Just in the last month or two. Then I thought about my mom finding me. Or worse, my little brothers. Either one. It would have destroyed them. It would have killed my mom. It would have killed my sisters. I couldn’t do that to them. As much as I want to leave this world, I couldn’t do that to them. I know I won’t be alive to regret it, but I don’t want to do that to them. I love them. Even though the thoughts get so loud sometimes, I know I can’t do that to them. 
So I completely agree, if you are thinking about taking your life. Think about this for a moment. Please. You are worth so much more than this. Please message me. I know my blog may be triggering and fucked up, but you don’t even have to look. Just click here. It will go straight to my ask box. Just please, don’t kill yourself. I care. You may not think anyone cares but you, yeah you, you the person reading this right this second, I love you. I care about you. I want you to stay. Message me.

let-me-waste-awayy:

keep-your-feelings-secret:

d0ntw0rryy:

sextiing:

t-ruthful:

It’s been a few hours, you’ve just been hanging there. You’ve been quiet, too quiet. Usually there’s music playing, or your foot steps could be heard. But today, you’re quiet. Your little sister, who doesn’t normally come to greet you because you lock yourself away, decides to see what you’re doing. She assumes you’re taking a nap, or doing some homework quietly. She runs up the stairs, eager to see, but she comes to an immediate halt. You’re not doing your homework, nor taking a nap. Your music isn’t playing and you aren’t walking around. You’re hanging there, completely still, now just like her. At this moment, her whole world shatters. Everything she has ever known, looked up to, loved, is hanging there by a thread. At this moment, her life has been changed forever. At this moment, she wishes she was hanging with you.

Before you decide to take your life, imagine who will find you. Imagine them walking into a room, and seeing you just hanging there. Whether it be your little sister, little brother, mother father, grandparents, a friend. Imagine what will happen when they find you. No, they will not say “Finally, they’re gone.” No, they will not say “I’m happy they did that.” No, they will not say “I never loved them anyways.” They will die. Their hearts will break. They will hurt, more than you ever could. They will cry, scream, and break down. They’ll believe it’s all just a dream, praying to wake up. Except, they won’t feel that for a few seconds, or a few days, not weeks, nor months. They will feel that until the day they die. Everyday will be hell. They’ll think of you ever second. They’ll hate themselves for not being able to help or save you. They’ll wish they could die too. They’ll want to give up, just to be with you. They won’t be ever be happy again. They won’t smile. They won’t go back to their daily routine. They’ll die every time they walk past your room, or see a picture of you, or think of a memory with you. They’ll think, but stay quiet. They’ll visit your grave, feeling a knife go through their chest every time. And every morning when they wake up, no matter how long it’s been, they’ll wake up to thinking they’ll see you, only to be let down once again. And every night, they will cry themselves to sleep, because even though they refuse to admit it, know you’re gone forever.

Before you decide to take your life, think of your family, burying you. Yes, your own mother and father are planning your funeral. It’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. They’ll have to call the cops, sign a death certificate, pick out clothing, buy a tomb stone, a casket, pick out flower arrangements, and more; All for their child’s funeral. The morning of your funeral, everyone who loves you is wearing black. Tears are streaming down their face, while their heart is breaking. Everyone who you thought didn’t need you, or didn’t care, are waiting in line to see you. They aren’t waiting in line at a party, or a graduation, or at a wedding reception. They’re waiting to see you, hands folded, lifeless, in a casket.

Before you decide to take your life, think of everyone you will be hurting. Don’t you dare so no one, because absolutely everyone will be affected. Your grandparents, won’t have a grandchild anymore. Your parents, won’t have a child anymore. Your brother or sister, won’t have a sibling anymore. Your pet, won’t have an owner anymore. That person you sit next to in class, won’t feel your presence anymore. Your teacher, won’t have a student anymore. That time your grandparents told you no, will haunt them forever, thinking it is their fault, that you are now dead. That time your parents yelled at you, will haunt them forever, thinking if they didn’t yell at you, you would still be here. That time your sibling said they hated you, will hate themselves, because they believe you would still be alive if they said they loved you instead. Those kids who made you feel bad, will wish they were dead too, because if they just smiled at you instead, you would be here. That teacher that you didn’t meet her expectations, will feel like a failure, because you would still be here, if she believed in you. Everyone, who has ever been in your presence, will hurt, because if they showed you they cared, you would still be here.

Before you decide to take your life, think. Don’t just think of yourself, think of the consequences for everyone else. No one’s life will be the same again. That person who God made specially for you, won’t have you. That happiness that was waiting for you, will never show again. Before you decide to take your life, realize that you may be ending your pain, but you’ll be starting a lifetime of everyone elses. 

If you are feeling alone, and think that suicide is the only way out:

My ask is open, and I’m always here. I’ll never judge you. I’ll try to help you.

If you are thinking of taking your life, call:

1-800-784-2433

1-800-SUICIDE

this got to me.

Literally cried

i have a relatable blog and im not asking you to follow me, i just asking you to check my blog out if your going through any problems, WARNING MAY BE TRIGGERING

This is literally the only reason I am still alive. Knowing that it would be my little brothers, mom, or step dad to find me. At one time, I would have given anything to  have my mom and step dad find me dead. But when I turned 18 and moved out, I didn’t talk to them for years. I told her why. I told her everything. And you know what? She made my step dad get sober. She grew a fucking back bone and finally stood up to him. I ended up moving back in when I got divorced. (yeah I got married to get out of the situation, I regret that). I talked to my step dad about everything, he had come to my room to say he was sorry for everything. I started naming things. He started crying, he didn’t remember anything. He was on drugs. He felt so bad. I understood then. I forgave him. I dealt with cutting, suicide attempts, thoughts, eating disorders, I have relapsed. There was a time recently after a horrible break up, where I moved out and moved back in, I thought I was going to kill myself. Just in the last month or two. Then I thought about my mom finding me. Or worse, my little brothers. Either one. It would have destroyed them. It would have killed my mom. It would have killed my sisters. I couldn’t do that to them. As much as I want to leave this world, I couldn’t do that to them. I know I won’t be alive to regret it, but I don’t want to do that to them. I love them. Even though the thoughts get so loud sometimes, I know I can’t do that to them. 

So I completely agree, if you are thinking about taking your life. Think about this for a moment. Please. You are worth so much more than this. Please message me. I know my blog may be triggering and fucked up, but you don’t even have to look. Just click here. It will go straight to my ask box. Just please, don’t kill yourself. I care. You may not think anyone cares but you, yeah you, you the person reading this right this second, I love you. I care about you. I want you to stay. Message me.

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winds-of-desolation:

If You Can’t Hang | Sleeping With Sirens

winds-of-desolation:

If You Can’t Hang | Sleeping With Sirens

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thequeenof-limbs:

w-ritings:


*Do NOT delete text; it won’t show on your blog.
I truly mean this when I say this to you. I have a link to my story on my blog, so you know I’m completely real, my dear. I’m telling you now, if you ever need someone to simply be there for you, offer advice, or simply spill your heart out to in a desperate rant, I’m here for that. You could message me on Tumblr, or head over to my blog and click the link entitled “contact”. I’ve been on the edge, and if you are, don’t hesitate to talk to me, alright? I’m a realist, and some things I say may offend others, but one thing I hate is cliches. I’m not going to tell you to “stay strong” and that “things will get better”, because we all know that those thoughts will linger in your mind for the rest of your life. For the four years I’ve suffered from my mental illness’, I’ve collected stories and ways to cope in times of utter misery. Just an option for you all, alright?
Here are a few websites that could ease your mind:
http://calmingmanatee.com/
http://thequietplaceproject.com/thequietplace
http://thequietplaceproject.com/90seconds
http://thequietplaceproject.com/thethoughtsroom/?page=thethoughtsroom&lang=
http://www.donothingfor2minutes.com/
http://www.relaxonline.me.uk/sa1/index.html

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This is really good because a lot of alternatives don’t really have to do with the compulsive need to hurt yourself and this combines the art and good things as well as quick fixes for the pain that are okay to do (I approve this post)

thequeenof-limbs:

w-ritings:

*Do NOT delete text; it won’t show on your blog.

I truly mean this when I say this to you. I have a link to my story on my blog, so you know I’m completely real, my dear. I’m telling you now, if you ever need someone to simply be there for you, offer advice, or simply spill your heart out to in a desperate rant, I’m here for that. You could message me on Tumblr, or head over to my blog and click the link entitled “contact”. I’ve been on the edge, and if you are, don’t hesitate to talk to me, alright? I’m a realist, and some things I say may offend others, but one thing I hate is cliches. I’m not going to tell you to “stay strong” and that “things will get better”, because we all know that those thoughts will linger in your mind for the rest of your life. For the four years I’ve suffered from my mental illness’, I’ve collected stories and ways to cope in times of utter misery. Just an option for you all, alright?

Here are a few websites that could ease your mind:

http://calmingmanatee.com/

http://thequietplaceproject.com/thequietplace

http://thequietplaceproject.com/90seconds

http://thequietplaceproject.com/thethoughtsroom/?page=thethoughtsroom&lang=

http://www.donothingfor2minutes.com/

http://www.relaxonline.me.uk/sa1/index.html

(via imgTumble)

This is really good because a lot of alternatives don’t really have to do with the compulsive need to hurt yourself and this combines the art and good things as well as quick fixes for the pain that are okay to do (I approve this post)

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leassvengers:

thoughts-through-a-phonograph:

itsanavengersthing:

Marvel Cinematic Universe- Phase 2

Who the fuck is ant-man?

GOOGLE IT!

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Why do people always presume that I’m lying? | Journey into Mystery #622

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stupidquotesandphotos:

everythingbutmeaningless:

Describes me perfectly .

sometimes. yes. why does this sum it up?

stupidquotesandphotos:

everythingbutmeaningless:

Describes me perfectly .

sometimes. yes. why does this sum it up?

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