anadhelp:

May is Mental Health Awareness Month—it’s time we start talking about mental illness & break the silence.

(via awilk)

The cutest little shit ever.

Made this one day when I was still dreaming of a SNES Killjoy game. Or that Gerard would see this.

So when I was suppose to be moving in with my pretend/not-so-pretend fiance who turned out to be a complete joke and left me as soon as I was falling out of touch with myself (what a winner!), I am now moving into a depression friendly treatment home. So I will be with all the loons.

Hipster fo sho

(via inl0veanddeath)

They brought me Vladmir and I couldn’t have been happier. Little did I know he likes bananas so much.

I open my window to cool down my room again, and someone must be cooking. All I can smell is barbecue chicken on the grill. That with the slight breeze that is coming in plus the cool, but not cold temperature reminds me of the beach.

Whenever its later at night, just when the sun is beginning to completely die out and my uncle comes in with his barbecue chicken, most of us dead from the 8 hour drive and unpacking but excited to be with the whole family.

How my gram would be in her pink hoodie and slippers, my little cousins already have taken a bath, me fighting my brother over chips as he crunches them on my plate, my mom the last one to sit down because of her helping everyone else.

There I never felt alone. Now after 10 years I won’tbe participating because of one fucking thing: My depression.

I will guarantee kill myself on the beach at night time. I will get in one of my stupors where I can’t talk and barely can breathe and pace around aimlessly lost for any meanig left in the shell of myself. I will so confused death will be a warm welcome.

For my own safety, for my family, I won’t be going.

Now I’m going to close my window. Rather be sweating then crying.

Tetris doesn’t have any eyeball in there

Zero was ready to pounce on Vlad in the other cage. Hahaha.

Dedicated to a certain someone. Hahahaha!

Let’s lay together
Lay together and fall asleep
Ignore my cuts
Ignore the blood soaking the sheets
Cover up my sorrow
For its all in my head
Nothings real
Pull the wool out from your eyes
See what you have sown
You ran away
Now were both alone
But I’m stronger now though
A weak fragmented shell still exists inside
I don’t need anyone
I could have died by the will of my own hands
Without you I grew alongside my darkness
Its a part of me now
I think and feel everything so deep
But I’ve long lost my love for anything
Its now replaced by my little pink pills
Enjoying the sun is much harder
But I believe
Someday soon
This will all be
An awful memory
And I will float
Along in the clouds

Vladmir is finally looking plump and older. I guess I was just too use to my chubby Luther.

I was looking all over for the little bastard and then I found him near the top like, Ahhh fuck I was about to get on the screen.