Their Question: What do you do when everything gets to be too much?

My Answer: You fight like hell to get out of bed and wash your face. You shout for help. You push forward even when your legs are like jelly. At the tip of it all, you sit in the darkness and you scratch your way towards the light.

Reasonably: You hold onto what you need, you put anything you can on hold, and you hold out for a time when breathing doesn’t feel overwhelming.

You wait and you will see that better come. The light is brighter after you wait for it.

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The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them

The amount of people who can relate to this makes me equally incredibly sad and immensely angry


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Perils of space travel.


Perils of space travel.

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Freaking lovely, Daniel Caballero

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"My darling, you are allowed to fail without being a failure. You are allowed to make mistakes without becoming one. More opportunities will present themselves, you will find hope again."

(via duxley)

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