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-cagedheat:

ON APRIL 25, 2011, THERE WILL BE A DAY DEDICATED TO PEOPLE WHO ARE BATTLING DEPRESSION AND SUICIDE AND TO ADVOCATE A LIFESTYLE OF UNCODITIONAL LOVE. ON THIS DAY, DRAW A HEART ON YOUR WRIST, TO SYMBOLIZE THAT YOU ARE WEARING YOUR HEART ON YOUR SLEEVE. ASK SOMEONE HOW THEY’RE DOING. TELL SOMEONE YOU LOVE THEM. NOBODY SHOULD HAVE TO FEEL SO BAD ABOUT THEMSELVES THAT THEY TAKE THEIR OWN LIFE. TAKE THIS CHALLENGE. SAVE SOMEONE’S LIFE.

<3

(Source: thegirlinthetrenchcoat, via johnftohi)

I’m covered in your blood.

We are a generation hell bent on dying young, but some of us will get the chance only to see that they’re not ready to go.

We’re a generation hell bent on dying young. May we never lose our youth.

freshmancameron:

I feel like giving in (I feel)
I feel like giving in (Alright)
I feel like giving in (Tonight)
I feel like giving in, yeah.

COPYNPASTAH!

(Source: thecambartkus)

We’re desperate for love but we can’t even love ourselves, so we turn this desire for love into a thirst for blood. We’ve looked deep inside of ourselves and have found no “inner good”. We’ve found monsters with claws ready to tear flesh and eyes set on your throats. We could destroy whole populations without effort because we were born to mutilate. We’ve grown up on nothing - even our organs have failed us. But we’ve found that we don’t need them, we haven’t used them in years. We are no longer human, and we’ve become untouchable to anything but ourselves. We can see the look in your eyes telling us that we will never be more than kids, but we stopped being children when we were ten. We remember your hate-filled words and your condescending glares, and we don’t plan on forgetting. Can’t you see that you’re putting your lives into hands that not even we can trust? What do you think is going to happen when you can no longer take care of yourselves, and all you have left is a generation that remembers that you never bothered to care for them?

We’re the future of America, but we’re burning our cities in search for somewhere better.

There was a guy who used to have a hard time walking down the street because he was afraid of stepping on the cracks in the cement. It wasn’t because of the old nursery rhyme that told him that if he stepped on one he would cause the fracture of his mother’s back, but because he believed that he would fall through them. He thought that the cracks in the road would cause him to fracture and fall through into the darkness. But one day, a little boy went to him and told him that he had been stepping on cracks for years. The boy told him that the road was a series of tiny cracks, and that if he had been stepping on those cracks all of his life and had been fine the big cracks surely wouldn’t do him any harm. Touched by the profound words of such a small child, the man walked freely - paying no mind to the cracks below his feet.. until his nightmare came true.

the man chanced a look at the boy as he shattered, and a small smile met his comprehending eye.