Daydreaming....

Prin. 19. Florida.

USF Freshman.

Queer. Please use they/them/their pronouns and avoid "pretty" and "girl."

Photography. Hair. Animals. Reptiles. Activism. Feminism.

I will never judge you.

INSTAGRAM: @wishiwasinwonderland

identityqueer:

washingtonpost:

The latest trend rocking Tokyo: full-on body suits, called “zentai.” 

This has the potential to be a statement on gender equality. Noted for future art project.

yes-i-am-lucifer:

pmon3y69:

drdawg:

my friend Pete literally makes me cry with his snap stories

this is me, i am pete, love me 

we love you pete

(via shepards-high)

My significant other just purposefully misgendered someone because they hate that person. I have lost some respect for them.

Neil Hilborn // Sad

(Source: something-offensive)

Think of the first moment you knew. Think of the diagnosis. The strings of meaningless letters - OCD, Bipolar disorder, Xanax, Lamictal. Think of the year you wasted confirming that, yes, you are, in fact, sad. Think of the year after that that it took to get help. Think of the time you could’ve spent teaching or running or doing anything but telling yourself that you’d leave your room in just five more minutes. Think of all the times you tried to cut yourself but couldn’t because you “aren’t that person anymore.” Tell me, would someone who’s “not that person” need to constantly remind themselves? Think of the happiest moment of your life. Now, realize that Bipolar Disorder gets worse as you get older. Think of that happiest moment and realize that you may never feel that good again. Think of the songs you tried to write. Think of the poems and screenplays and suicide notes you tried to write. Think of your mom, think of your dad. Think of your mom and dad crying. Think of your mom and dad moving on. Think of them not thinking about you much anymore. Realize that dead is dead no matter how much someone thinks about you. Think about killing yourself anyway. Think of it often. Shine the idea like your favorite fucking mirror. Think about taking medication. Anxiety makes it so hard to use your telephone which makes it almost impossible to get medication. Think of medication like you think of death: permanent. Think of permanence like you think of a brick. The brick you always see smashing your face attached to a disembodied hand. Think, fucking think of sunlight. Your brain will try to make it burn you but just think of sunlight. Fall in love with it daily, even when you can’t see it. Even when it’s just a mythological creature your mother told you about so you’d sleep. Think about sleep. How asleep, you are perfect just like the child you were and still are. Think about the stories you tell yourself so next year doesn’t seem so far away. Think about the story. Think about the story of the sun if you die. It dies too.

Neil Hilborn

(Source: vapid-cynicism)

This poem is called how to kill yourself without hurting anyone: don’t.

Neil Hilborn, “This is Not the End of the World”

(Source: beba-s)

There are days that I cannot find the sun even though its right outside my goddamn window.

Neil Hilborn

(Source: dead-to-you-as-can-be)

I was 15 years old, thinking about unzipping my veins while most 15 year olds woulda done drugs or written a fucking poem.

Neil Hilborn - The Future (Spoken Word)

(Source: my-limbs-can-become-trees)

I think a lot about killing myself, not like a point on a map, but rather like a glowing exit sign at a show that’s never been quite bad enough to make me want to leave. See, when I’m up I don’t kill myself because holy shit! there’s so much left to do! And when I’m down, I don’t kill myself because then the sadness would be over and the sadness is the old paint under the new. I’d still be me without it, but I’d be so boring!

Just found out another one of my friends tried killing themselves. That’s makes all 5 of my best friends.

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