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Messy Minds

Stay humble & radiate 🌼

Just here to clear this messy mind

Anonymous asked: How do you start recovery.?


Answer:

You do everything In your power to distract you. You do everything that makes you happy and even finding something that will make you happy is good. Tbh I replaced my addiction to cutting to being addicted to volleyball and all types of sports. Do something so good for yourself until you don’t need anything to make you happy.

Anonymous asked: Why did you start recovery


Answer:

Tbh sometimes I don’t really know. But one time I saw this post on tumblr about recovery and it motivated me to start. I hit rock bottom so many times and I kept looking around and realizing how many things I missed out on. I didn’t go out much cuz I didn’t have enough long sleeve shirts and I was scared of having panic attacks. I realized that life doesn’t stop for anyone. It’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done but it’s so worth it.

Anonymous asked: You're a feminist and that obviously means that you hate guys. No wonder your not in a relationship.


Answer:

LOL get educated on what feminism is, what it really is and then have a debate with me about it. And I’m probably single for a lot of reasons but that’s not one 😂

Anonymous asked: Are you a feminist?


Answer:

Yes I am (:

A sixteen year old girl is dead →

seriouslyamerica:

Because she had the audacity to refuse an invitation to prom. Maren Sanchez is dead, murdered by a sixteen year old classmate who flew into a rage when Sanchez declined to be his date.

Maren Sanchez is dead, and multiple media outlets have the goddamn audacity to call this a “dispute” over…

asatelliteheartland:

Dear Jennifer Lawrence, Meghan Trainor and Nicki Minaj,
It’s not body positive when you shame girls for being skinny. Any type of body shaming is wrong, even thin shaming. Please allow all women to feel good about their bodies.

Mary Lambert (via exhalecalmly)

I Know girls who are trying to fit into the social norm
Like squeezing into last year’s prom dress
I know girls who are low rise, mac eye shadow, and binge drinking
I know girls that wonder if they’re disaster and sexy enough to fit in
I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the mosques of their skin
Playing Russian roulette with death; it’s never easy to accept that our bodies are fallible and flawed
But when do we draw the line?
When the knife hits the skin?
Isn’t it the same thing as purging
Because we’re so obsessed with death
Some women just have more guts than others

The funny thing is women like us don’t shoot
We swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue
Still proceeding to put on make-up
Still hoping that the mortician finds us fuckable and attractive
We might as well be buried with our shoes and handbags and scarves, girls
We flirt with death every time we etch a new tally mark into our skin
I know how to split my wrists to reveal a battlefield too
But the time has come for us to reclaim our bodies

Our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral
Offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say,
“I only know how to exist when I am wanted.”

Girls like us are hardly ever wanted, you know
We’re used up and we’re sad and drunk and
Perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up and tell us that we did good
Well, you did good.

Try this
Take your hands over your bumpy love body naked
And remember the first time you touched someone
With the sole purpose of learning all of them
Touched them because the light was pretty on them
And the dust in the sunlight danced the way your heart did
Touch yourself with a purpose
Your body is the most beautiful royal
Fathers and uncles are not claiming your knife anymore
Are not your razor, no
Put the sharpness back
Lay your hands flat and feel the surface of scarred skin
I once touched a tree with charred limbs
The stump was still breathing
But the tops were just ashy remains
I wonder what it’s like to come back from that because
Because sometimes I feel forest fires erupting from my wrists
And the smoke signals sent out are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen

Love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet
And brother arm wrapping shoulders, and remember
This is important

You are worth more than who you fuck
You are worth more than a waistline
You are worth more than beer bottles displayed like drunken artifacts.
You are worth more than any naked body could proclaim in the shadows,
More than a man’s whim or your father’s mistake
You are no less valuable as a size 16 than a size 4
You are no less valuable as a 32a than a 36c
Your sexiness is defined by concentric circles within your wood
It is wisdom
You are a goddamn tree stump with leaves sprouting out
Reborn

cis person:but what are you...biologically?
me:[applies lipstick] drop dead gorgeous
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