posts tagged "GPOY"

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hirannis:

castiel-needs-a-hug:

sonic-hip-attack:

islamicbutterflies:

theheroofstupidity:

islamicbutterflies:

I don’t get help because I am the helper.
I’m sure I’m not the only person who can relate to this. You’re the friend who helps everyone, gives them advice when they need it, tells them they’re perfect when they feel ugly, and help them with their relationships even though you’ve never been in one yourself. But then the time comes around for you to be sad, for you to need help, and they’re not there to give it. Sure, sometimes you may not tell people you need help when you need it, but when you do tell everyone just ignores the fact and continues on with their lives like you don’t matter. And then the next day they come to you for more help.
I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even care if I get their help or not. I wouldn’t even know what to do if they did offer help, I’ve never been on the other side of the relationship and I would feel out of place if I was. I’ve become better at dealing with my feelings and problems myself rather than telling anyone or even anything.

More on this.
At some point, you don’t even want help anymore, even if you need it, because you’re so far gone into your role that you can’t see yourself getting help. You get to a point where you refuse other people’s help because you don’t want to burden them, because you’re the person that’s supposed to be burdened by others. At some point, you become afraid of getting help.

^^^^

Hey. It’s me.

Oh, hello me.

How is this so fucking accurate? 
Though I’m not ‘afraid’ of getting help, it just feels fucking weird even when I get offered. I’m like, fuck off, you just think I’m sad but I’m not. And then THAT offends the other person, so we come to the point when I’m reassuring THEM, again. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Seriously, it’s kinda ridiculous. But that’s just how I roll. 
this is real. this is me.
this is actually my life. and i’m at that point where i don’t even know what getting helped feels like, that when i realise on the rare occasions someone offers me help i push it away, because it feels too odd and strange, and although i want someone to help me, i’ve built too many walls i can’t even get out and i’m stuck in a place where i don’t even belong

what the fuck this is my life in one post
reblog   source:islamicbutterflies  lieandsneak   notes:94342   posted:2 weeks ago   tags:GPOY  
reblog   source:scanis  lieandsneak   notes:60864   posted:3 weeks ago   tags:GPOY  drawing  
reblog   source:aquify  inc0mpetent-twat   notes:132781   posted:3 weeks ago   tags:Favorite  GPOY  drawing  
Yes.
reblog   source:octopussoir-  lieandsneak   notes:303209   posted:1 month ago   tags:GPOY  subtitles  gif  
reblog   source:blazeberg  carolacombe   notes:18100   posted:1 month ago   tags:drawing  GPOY  
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sadiistic:

my blog is sad and dead ☪
reblog   source:silent-breathing  sadiistic   notes:15383   posted:1 month ago   tags:GPOY  
reblog   source:ruanv  in-disposition   notes:4350   posted:1 month ago   tags:GPOY  words  

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My name is Liz. I'm 18 years old, I'm a freshman in college, I'm Brazilian, I love my country and I will be a filmmaker. I love Cinema. I'm absolutely crazy about Cinema.

"Thanks to suffering, you have a chance to cultivate your understanding and your compassion. Without suffering there is no way you could learn to be compassionate. That is why suffering is noble."

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