primitiveboy

You’re going to be sad.
You’re going to want to scream and punch things.
Do it.
Let out every ounce of anger you have.
Sit on the floor and cry until you feel numb.
Listen to songs that make your heart sink to your feet.
Write angry letters to all the people who have broken you, left you, ignored you or hurt you.
Throw your hairbrush at the wall.
Do it twelve times.
Do it until you feel like you can breathe again.

You’re going to be sad.
You’re going to want to hurt yourself.
Don’t you dare do it.
Sit on the floor and watch cartoons like you did when you were little.
Listen to songs that make you want to dance around your bedroom in your underwear at 3 A.M.
Make paper airplanes out of those angry letters and watch them soar into the fireplace.
Brush all the knots out of your hair and say “I am worth it” into the mirror.
Say it twelve times.
Say it until you feel like you can breathe again.

You’re going to be sad.
You’re going to get through it.

things i wish i could make you understand - pessimistiic (via perfect)

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adhara112

georginakincaid:

 what would the devil’s daughter wear » the term “hell on heels” didn’t come about until after she was conceived. she’s her father’s glory without the fall, and dominates the mortal world in leather jackets, graphic messages, and spikes. blessed — or shall we say damned — with a body that borders perfection, the child of sin isn’t afraid to expose it or use it against those whose morals don’t match hers. she runs with demons, goes to mass in short skirts, and as any good girl should, pledges allegiance to her daddy.