Unconscious Reality

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Read it. I dare, you.

howdoesitfuckingfeel:

Everyone is beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. So what if you have a birth mark? So what if you’ve got freckles? So what if your skin colour is darker than what people would define as normal.
So what if you’ve got pimples? Some worst than normal? Who cares? Oh my god. Pimples. They’re gonna kill the universe. No. You are able to get rid of them. But some people choose not to believe that. Pimples are able go away, eventually. Don’t take it to heart when people call you “pimple face” or some shit. 
Fuck them. You’re better than that. 
So what if you’re Asian. 
So what if you’re American. 
So what if you’re Indian. So what if you’re African. 
Who gives a fuck. Where you come from. Where you were born. Doesn’t make you any less of a person. It doesn’t matter. You are beautiful. 
Who cares if you’re a little bit over weight. You can change that. Not that you need to. But you can. 
Who cares if you’re a lot overweight. You can change that. Not that you need to, but you can. 
Who cares if you’re under the average weight. You can change that. 
Who gives a fuck if you supposedly have “rabbit” teeth. It’s called braces. But you know what? Their ugly personalitys will never be able to change. They are who they are. And if they feel the need to put people down for what makes other people unique. Then they aren’t much of a person. They’re nothing. Nothing but a pathetic human being who will never learn and end up with nothing with the way that they are treating people. 
Beauty comes in all different shapes and sizes. There isn’t only one type of beautiful. Without a personality. You have nothing. You don’t need to wear tops that don’t cover your boobs. You don’t need to wear tops that show your stomach. You don’t have to wear skin tight jeans to look “hot.” You don’t have to wear a skimpy little dress’s that barely covers your ass to look good. You don’t. NEED. To mother fucking cake on make up. K. Got that? 
You don’t have to come off as an oompa loompa to look wonderful. Fuck what society would normally define as “beautiful.” 
Fuck society’s expectations. Fuck what other people think. These things make you unique. These things make you who you are. 
They make you. YOU. And YOU happen to be beautiful. Fuck what other people may say. Fuck the people that point out your flaws. You’re already above them. 
You don’t feel the need to point out their flaws in order to love who you are. As long as you are proud of who you are and you love yourself for who you are. Everyone will love you for who you are. You listen to me. You are beautiful, in every single way possible. Don’t you dare let anyone tell you otherwise.

As for guys. 
|Who cares if you’re smart? And you know what? Nerd. Is a compliment. You’re smarter than most of the people in your class and they’re just jealous. They’re jealous that you’re achieving more in your life than they are with theirs. 
Got pimples? Jesus. Big fucking whoop. Watch out. Pimples. 
Got a “small” dick according to yourself? Yeah well. If you haven’t realized by now. If you found that right girl for you. They couldn’t give two shits about your mother fucking dick size. Yeah you heard me. We don’t give a flying fuck. About dick sizes. 
You don’t have to have abs. Alright? 
You don’t have to have messy blonde beach hair. 
You don’t have to keep all your emotions to yourself. You can let it out. What? It’s “girly” is it? Fuck other boys who aren’t brave enough to own up and say. “You know what. I’m not okay.” and be able to let it out. You’re only human. 
Got a little bit of fat on ya? No one gives a fuck. You may, but no one else does. If someone has something to say to you about your weight. You know what. Flaunt that mother fucking shit. No one said that you had to be skinny. Or have a six pack to be handsome. 
There is more definitions of handsome then the stupid ones that you see on television and in magazines. 
You are mother fucking handsome. 
Fuck the stereotypes. 
You don’t need abs for a girl to fall head over heels for you. To every girl and boy in the world.

You are fucking beautiful. You are handsome. Fuck what everyone thinks. Fuck the people who call you ugly. You may be “ugly.” to them. But you know what? To someone else. You are drop dead mother fucking gorgeous. Fuck what other people say and think. You are you. And you are beautiful. You are handsome. All the things that make you YOU. Are unique. Flaunt it. Fuck the rest. Whether you choose to believe that you’re handsome or beautiful. Is completely up to you. You can believe what you want to believe. But regardless. This is the truth and one day you’re going to have to accept the fact that you are.

Stay beautiful. 

No, I’m happy to say I don’t cut anymore. But that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped struggling with it. To stop cutting yourself is a really hard thing to do. To stop any sort of addiction is hard. And even after you stop, the temptation will still be there. I haven’t cut since October 25, 2011. But since then there have been several times that I’ve had the urge to cut and where suicide has crossed my mind. But I have really close friends who help me. You need to tell someone you’re close to about what you’re going through. It takes a lot of courage to admit it to people, but you need to. If you aren’t comfortable talking to anyone you actually know, I know for a fact that there are several people on tumblr that are willing to listen and help you, including me. So I’m going to be honest, its hard and its a struggle to quit hurting yourself, but it’s worth it. Nobody deserves to be hurt, and nobody deserves whatever happened to them to cause their self harm in the first place. 
And no, its extremely hard for me to forget the past. I don’t know if it’s that way with other people, because everyone is different. But its hard to forget the past, especially when you have scars to remind you. But when you see those scars, instead of thinking of how much you were hurt, or how hard that point in your life was, think about how you’re stronger now. Think about how you’re better than hurting yourself, because you’re worth more than you could ever imagine, and you don’t deserve to be hurt. Value yourself. When you see those scars, think of the fact that you’re strong enough to overcome that. And whenever you’re depressed or feeling to urge to hurt yourself again, tell someone. Get your mind off of it by busying yourself with other things. Try not to think about it. I know you’ve been hurt, everyone has at some point, but you know what? You’ll be okay. I promise you. It may not feel like it now, but it does get better. c: Stay positive. <3


 

To everyone who has dealt with suicidal thoughts this past year, I'm glad you're still here.

onedaytherobotswillcry:

Seriously. To those who see things like this and think, “You probably don’t even know them, how could you be happy they’re still here?” 

Well, for one, what kind of person hears that somebody has considered taking their own life and thinks, “Well since I don’t know you, I mean, it’s whatever.” That person has struggled, and as stupid and cliche as it may sound, life is a miracle, that person is a miracle. Just because you don’t know somebody doesn’t mean their life matters any less to those around them. Which brings me to my next point. 

Have you ever heard that saying, “To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world?” Well think about the people in your life, the ones you love, the ones you care about. Every person has a network like that (if you’re reading this and think you don’t, you do, they’re out there, even if it isn’t obvious). Think about how devastated you would be if your loved one killed themselves. That person makes up a part of you life, and bam, that part of your life is gone. 

I think a part of the original post is trying to spread the message that you will be missed and you are loved, and people care about you, even if they only follow your blog. Sadly, a lot of people keep their feelings bottled up inside, and don’t tell others they are struggling. Maybe your loved one was like them. Maybe you didn’t know what was going on, maybe the signs weren’t there. You might feel guilty, responsible. Well these feelings are the sad reality of so many out there. You don’t know who’s had suicidal thoughts, but if it were anyone in your life, wouldn’t you be grateful for this post? Grateful you could think of a person who is still here?

Lastly, have you ever seen that image on the Facebook login screen? The one that shows all the people being connected to each other? That’s life. Hell, that’s Tumblr. The person who dealt with suicidal thoughts could become one of those loved ones we just talked about. You never know. Any person on the world could turn out to be an important part of your life. Yeah, the odds are slim but really, look at the relationships in your life. What were the odds of them? For all you know, someone is looking at this post thinking, someone appreciates me. And you’re scoffing at that same post? You could end marrying that person for all you know! That’s how life is! It’s unpredictable! 

Apologies if this makes no sense, but I had to say it. Don’t laugh at things like this. You don’t have to reblog it, you don’t write long rambling comments about it. Just don’t sneer at this. Just think about it. 

And to anyone reading this (wow, you’ve stuck in there? Amazing.) who’s had suicidal thoughts, you aren’t alone. If you need someone to talk to, my ask box is there. I’ve been there, and I’m not afraid to say it. Thank you for still being here, who knows, you could be my soulmate. 

I didn’t think my post would get such a response. But this is amazing. Tumblr gives me hope. <3

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