People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.
Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them” (via yoursly)
this post makes me feel sick to my stomach
Tumblr saved my life. Sure there’s depressing shit on here and things that make me wonder why I spend so much time on here. But those things help remind me that there are other people out there who feel the same pain I do. It’s where I can connect to the way people truly feel instead of the artificial smile everyone gives you in the real world. It’s where I can go to laugh my ass off when nothing else can even make me smile. It’s where I can share my heart, my thoughts, my dreams in photographs and text posts. It’s where I first saw a suicide hotline number I could call and I did call it. I called it every single day at one point of my life. It’s where I can pinpoint someone with the same feelings I’m having and I can message them and tell them everything is going to be alright and that there will be people who are going to miss the hell out of them if they take their own life. And it’s through these messages I have extended to others that reminds me why I should live. You end up taking some of your own advice. You wake up the next day wondering if that person you messaged woke up too. Tumblr is not just a website. There is a reason people spend so much time on it. And it’s so they don’t feel as alone. Tumblr saved my life. More than once. So fuck anyone who thinks it’s a waste of time.
the “text me when you get home so i know you’re safe” kind of people are the kind of people i wanna be around