runningwinded asked:
I know you just changed your URL, but when you make your new blog, let me know what it's called so I can still follow you :)
Um sure I guess lol
confessionsofmybrokenheart.tumblr.com
This is probably going to be my last post
From the very beginning, I wanted to make my own personal writing blog. But look at this haha full of pictures from reblogging them. So no more that. I’m going to make a new account with a new blog. Just say all the things that are on my mind. Not giving a shit what people think. What I think and how I feel. Yeah.
Goodbye.
Trying to be serious with your best friend.
(Source: subtrist)
Help with earthquake and tsunami relief efforts in Japan: text REDCROSS to 90999 to make a $10 donation (REBLOG & RAISE AWARENESS is the least you can do. So please do so.)
Before you skip this cuz you’re too lazy to bother this, find this boring, or simply doesn’t care… Take a quick look at these photos first:






This girl cried after she learned that her mother was saved.
Those are tears of relief.
I’m sure many of you would much rather see tears of relief than tears of sadness.
So, do whatever you can to help. Donate if you can. There are many organizations (but choose those that you can trust the most). Red Cross is one of the best organizations. Salvation Army is definitely good too. (text JAPAN or QUAKE to 80888 to make a $10 donation.) And I think Global Giving is also good too.
One of the best, fastest way to do so:
text JAPAN or QUAKE to 80888 or make an online donation. (www.salvationarmy.org)
text REDCROSS to 90999, or make an online donation. (www.redcross.org)
And once again,

Japan, we are with you. We share your grief.
<3
33638.) How is it possible that I could save so many people and give everyone advice, when I can’t even help myself?
I ask myself this all the time.
I still don’t know.
7926.) I am ugly, and no matter how pretty anyone thinks I am, to me, I will always be an ugly fat girl.
(Source: blogconfession)
33536.) I hate my body. Everything about it. I have hated it my whole life. The thoughts never stop. Every time I sit down to eat it’s like a battle going on in my head. I cry when I look at myself in the mirror when I’m alone. And half the time, I avoid looking into the mirror because I’m disgusted with what I see. It’s taking over my mind, and I hurt about it every day.
7928.) I cry myself to sleep at night, wishing I could be enough to make my parents happy. I’m not and I probably never will be. I hope one day, though, it won’t hurt as much. I hope one day I will be able to be myself in peace.
(Source: blogconfession)


