Someone in my past made me believe that what I had to say was worth less than the silence. They forced me to believe that my words were not meant to be heard. It became habit for me to press my lips together, scared that my thoughts were just white noise to the world.
|—||Excerpt from a journal entry, 11/24/13 (via nearingheaven)|
what if 911 called you
women who had period cramps before pain killers were invented were metal as fuck let’s give them a standing ovation
more like standing ovulation