(((i dont usually make posts like this but this is really fuckin important to me)))
So these are pictures of me (i have the darker hair; in the last picture, i’m on the right in the stripes) and my best friend, Anna (she has the lighter hair; in the last picture, she’s on the left with the Jaws shirt). I’ve been best friends with Anna for 3 years now and honestly, I would build a ladder to the moon for her.
She’s the funniest, kindest, sassiest human being that I’ve literally ever met, and she understands me. She knows things about me that I would never even dare telling my family.
This past February, I became bulimic. I was so insecure and I absolutely loathed myself, so I turned to extremely unhealthy eating habits. This went on for a few months, and I realized that keeping it to myself was literally destroying me. So, I knew that the one person I could trust was Anna.
Within a couple of weeks after I told her, she made me feel like I was worth something. I would tell her that I was tempted to purge, and she’d either text to me, or walk to my fucking house, which is at least a mile and a half away from hers. Now, I haven’t purged since May.
She always talks about how she wants to grow up with me—how we’re going to graduate high school together, go on road-trips together, get tattoos together, be bridesmaids in each others’ weddings, and buy a really tiny apartment together and figure out how to make it work…but lately, she hasn’t talked about the future like that anymore.
Anna helped me, and now it’s my turn to help her.
Lately, Anna has been thinking a lot about suicide. She’s got severe anxiety and she has admitted to me that sometimes, when she’s walking across a street, she wishes that a car will hit her. She says that she feels like literally nobody cares about her, because she is not beautiful or worth anything, and it honestly scares the shit out of me.
I don’t think I would ever be able to live without her in my life. She’s the most beautiful, kind, worthy person I’ve ever known—she helped me recover from an eating disorder, for fucks sake—and I just want her to see that.
So please reblog this to show Anna how many people think she’s worth so much.
PLEASE REBLOG. I’m going to show her this on Christmas (if it gets notes) just to show her how many people think she’s wonderful
So REBLOG THIS IF YOU THINK ANNA IS BEAUTIFUL.
PLEASE reblog this guys.
this is the cutest thing i’ve ever read.
396 photos merged into one image using the lighten blending mode in photoshop. I think this one pretty much covers the colour spectrum of sunsets, lacking only the darker reds. I can’t get enough of this technique!
Tracey Emin: You Said I Was Beautiful (2009)
i think this is really cool because everyone can interpret it differently
me being the sour soul i am sees it as a statement of anger, confusion, and sadness wondering how someone who once called her beautiful could have left her so empty
but i can understand how someone else might see it as a statement of joy stressing how amazing it feels to be called beautiful
and then on top of all of that, nobody knows what the person who wrote it felt at the time or what she meant it to mean
This makes me sad
Yeah this makes me sad too.
“A biker’s power and intimidating image can even the playing field for a little kid who has been hurt. If the man who hurt this little girl calls or drives by, or even if she is just scared, another nightmare, the bikers will ride over and stand guard all night.
If she is afraid to go to school, they will take her and watch until she’s safely inside.
And if she has to testify against her abuser in court, they will go, too, walking with her to the witness stand and taking over the first row of seats.”
During one such testimony, a little boy sat on the stand, testifying against his abusive father, who sat less than 10 feet away.
“Why didn’t you say anything before now?” Asked the prosecutor.
“I was scared.” The little boy replied, honestly.
“Why aren’t you scared now, what changed?” The prosecutor watched the little boy closely as he pointed to the front row of seats in the court room.
“Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
I know I’ve reblogged this before, but it’s just so beautiful.