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Have you ever noticed these hidden Disney characters in other Disney movies? I never noticed #3! Check them out:
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everybody-keeps-scoring: couldyoustaythistime: schizophrenic-psychopath: I know, just another scar picture. Some of you have seen the other picture, the night I did this. I don’t have a sweet recovery story for you, or a tale of love. I don’t even know if this has a happy ending. But I can tell you that if you’re dead inside, you’re numb, the world’s full of dumbfucks and you’re too weak to off yourself with that hidden bottle of pills, slashing up and down your arms and legs is NOT the answer. Now you have cuts and burns and bruises to hide, scars to cover. That fear of sight. Sitting at night with your sleeves rolled up, rubbing anything into your skin so you can show your arms again. Hoping they’ll fade before you have to wear short sleeves, hoping that maybe, you won’t be judged and punished for your idea of survival. I know the pain, the numbness, the wanting to scream until someone finally gets that you’re more than a little fucked up, that you’re fighting insanity with its own blade. Its own flame, its own fist. To dream of cuts, to be hurt and have your first thought be self harm. I know that, I get it, I understand. I know that sometimes all the people in the world could truly care and you’d still hurt yourself, because you have to. I know that it doesn’t just disappear one day, that it’s always a battle, a what if, a how. I’ve stopped, for now. Probably around fifteen days “clean”, so to speak. I’ve stopped, because I look at my arms and thighs and see a shackle. I can’t live, I can’t even dress myself the way I want to. My favourite clothes, my workout outfits. Getting to know guys, and I can’t even pass kissing because I have dark, binding scars. So I know you’re dying, you’re dead. Not physically, of course, but pretty close. Bleeding and bashing stirs your soul, triggers the adrenaline. Breaks the walls. But I beg you, each one of you forgotten lovelies, to punch pillows, to scream into blankets, to drive miles and miles blaring 90’s alternative rock or One Direction. Don’t self harm, not now, not ever. Life will hurt you enough without you having to hurt yourself. Don’t live with this fear and regret, don’t fall off the edge just yet.. It’s so terribly hard to “be strong” because it “gets better.” So try just a little bit, each day, distract yourself. And when you fail, not if, get back up. You might not be strong enough yet, but you will. We’ve fought hell, we’re living in hell. We’re the most kickass people in the world. Try again. this is the only triggering picture I will ever post. only because of the caption. i love you. thank you. Oh my god
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e-n-o:

*shy but actually a sex freak*

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ailuroidea: falling (2013) this is my favourite of mine so far, don’t take credit
Grades are getting low, the teens are getting high. That 12 year old is pregnant and her parents wonder why. A 1st grader is swearing, a 3rd grader has been raped. Just take a look around you, isn’t the system great? Who isn’t faded these days, teens are sending nudes, kids are getting beaten, the teachers see the bruises. No calls for help are spoken, teens are smoking weed, young girls are cutting, this isn’t what we need. The marks of taunt and yelling, parents are divorced. That 14 year old is drinking beer, this can’t get any worse. A little girl has killed herself, nobody seems to care. Another kid has been expelled for a stupid dare. But it needs to change. Our world is officially broken. It’s time to take a stand, your thoughts need to be spoken.

xxthesmittenkittenxx:

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This needs to get 1 million notes seriously

more.

seriously

MUST reblog this

What has this come to?

The degradation of society (morality too).

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sewphia:

10 years from now people are gonna ask me how my teenage years went and I will just start crying

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In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”

I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

in america we don’t say i love you 4ever we say i love you 5ever (dat means more then 4evr).

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cadaveriquedentelle: s-e-l-f-h-a-t-e: me I think the amount of times I do this is more than the notes this could ever get…
lets do a thing. reblog and add your city and country. if it's already there, don't add it again. lets take a look at tumblr's diversity
  • Shanghai, China
  • Pisa, Italy
  • Longkou, China
  • Brisbane, Australia
  • University Place, USA
  • Salamanca, Spain
  • Cambridge, England
  • London, England
  • Siuntio, Finland
  • Edinburg, USA
  • Huddersfield, England
  • Rendsburg, Germany
  • Cardiff, Wales
  • Bridgeport,USA
  • Groningen, The Netherlands
  • Cody, USA
  • Antwerp, Belgium
  • Greenville, USA
  • Great Falls, USA
  • Ghent, Belgium
  • Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina
  • St.John's, Canada
  • Bourgas,Bulgaria
  • Terneuzen, The Netherlands
  • Berlin, Germany
  • Frankfurt/ Main, Germany
  • Brescia, Italy
  • Enschede, The Netherlands
  • Doetinchem, The Netherlands
  • Florence, Italy
  • Northampton, England
  • Norwich, England
  • Bloomington (IL), USA
  • Baton Rouge, USA
  • Charleston, WV, USA
  • Staten Island, NY, USA
  • Franklin, TN, USA
  • Destin, FL, USA
  • Manchester, England

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