WA WA WE WA.

foodchewer:

maybe i’ll be hot tomorrow 

matberninger:

my life is just one unattainable dark-haired guy after another 

the-misadventures-of-lele:

psychogemini:

deathtasteslikechicken:

abs-gabs:

SOMEONE FINALLY SAID IT

So if a teenager is at school for roughly 8 hours, and they are doing homework for 6+ hours, and they need AT LEAST 9 HOURS OF SLEEP FOR THEIR DEVELOPING BRAINS, then they may have 0-1 hours for other activities like eating, bathing, exercise, socializing (which is actually incredibly important for emotional, mental, and physical health, as well as the development of skills vital to their future career and having healthy romantic relationships among other things), religious activities, hobbies, extra curriculars, medical care of any kind, chores (also a skill/habit development thing and required by many parents), relaxation, and family time?  Not to mention that your parents may or may not pressure you to get a job, or you might need to get one for economic reasons.

I will never not reblog this

"…but teenagers have no reason to be stressed."

winterfellis:

untitled by Kat White on Flickr.

if lucifer needs someones consent to enter their body then so do you

suspend:

eats when im sad, sad when i eat

I skipped school for days on end, refusing to leave the plain four
walls of my bedroom and I know
you have heard me crying at two
in the morning instead of sleeping,
but of course there’s nothing wrong.
I find it funny how you never really
look me in the eye anymore or speak
to me in a way other than yelling;
does the empty look in my eyes
scare you or are you afraid of what
I might tell you? Even after some
teachers called because the were
worried and even after you found
five razor blades in my bag I was
still “fine”. A therapist won’t do
your job. And don’t you dare tell
the doctors in the emergency room
again that you had no idea it was
so bad because we both know
that’d be a flat out lie. I thought
parents were supposed to make
sure their kids were healthy and
happy or at least just okay but
here we are; both in the same
house acting like strangers again.
m.l.b, when parents become strangers (via traced-veins)