Theodora. Or Teddy. Whatever.

Ask me a question, and I just might bother to answer it.   I've always been told I'm an unusual girl. I have no moral compass. No actual fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that is as wide and as wavering as the ocean.
"Dear future child
If it’s 3am and you find yourself in a world of complete despair
Please do not turn to strangers on the internet for solace as I did
Please climb onto my bed
And I will hold you until the demons sleep
If it is Thursday morning and you are too sad to move
I won’t force you
I will buy ice cream and we will watch your favourite tv show and I will remind you of your importance
If you feel as if you have no purpose
I will remind you that you were created entirely with love and every pain you feel, I feel too
When you’re sure you can’t go on anymore
I will tell you that when I was 21 I searched for peace at the bottom of a vodka bottle chased by a bottle of pain killers
But that five years later
When you were placed in my arms in the delivery room
I realised that you were why I had been holding on
Without realising it, you saved me, do you know how amazing that is?
So if you ever feel like grabbing that vodka bottle, put it down, we will get in the car and I will drive until the sky turns magenta
I will show you how the sun rises every morning to encourage you to rise too
Sweetheart I refuse to be unaware of your sufferings
As my mother was to mine."

Your mental health is my priority. (via be-fearless-brave-and-kind)

mander1309

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Oh my fucking god

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"Dear future child
If it’s 3am and you find yourself in a world of complete despair
Please do not turn to strangers on the internet for solace as I did
Please climb onto my bed
And I will hold you until the demons sleep
If it is Thursday morning and you are too sad to move
I won’t force you
I will buy ice cream and we will watch your favourite tv show and I will remind you of your importance
If you feel as if you have no purpose
I will remind you that you were created entirely with love and every pain you feel, I feel too
When you’re sure you can’t go on anymore
I will tell you that when I was 21 I searched for peace at the bottom of a vodka bottle chased by a bottle of pain killers
But that five years later
When you were placed in my arms in the delivery room
I realised that you were why I had been holding on
Without realising it, you saved me, do you know how amazing that is?
So if you ever feel like grabbing that vodka bottle, put it down, we will get in the car and I will drive until the sky turns magenta
I will show you how the sun rises every morning to encourage you to rise too
Sweetheart I refuse to be unaware of your sufferings
As my mother was to mine."

Your mental health is my priority. (via be-fearless-brave-and-kind)

mander1309

(via cocky-asfuck)

Oh my fucking god

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panerasexual:

men are so afraid of confident girls and its so funny

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korrathefirebender:

incompetentantagonist:

*shots fucking fired*

FUCK. This person isn’t even in the realm of fucking around.

korrathefirebender:

incompetentantagonist:

*shots fucking fired*

FUCK. This person isn’t even in the realm of fucking around.

(via jerkofficial)

— 2 days ago with 87013 notes

jnue:

kinda want a boyfriend kinda wanna hook up with a boy kinda wanna never talk to any boys ever

(via girlstxt)

— 2 days ago with 140795 notes

soofyawn:

god who fucking cares. who fucking cares. who fucking cares. everyone stop being offended and mad over the smallest shit ever. ask urself who the fuck fucking cares

(via jerkofficial)

— 2 days ago with 525970 notes

popularboyfriend:

guy:

*slides you $20* pls stop ignoring me

hey look a $20 bill

(Source: guy, via nice-wig-janis)

— 2 days ago with 335605 notes

galaxyseeker:

traveltheworldinjcrew:

andrysb24:

dean-the-piesexual:

*short haired people sobbing in the corner*

Magic?

::thick haired people sobbing in the other corner::

*people with naturally curly and frizzy hair sobbing in the third corner*

*people with unreasonably straight hair that doesn’t curl sobbing in the fourth corner*

(Source: jbrclothing)

— 2 days ago with 203167 notes

galaxyseeker:

traveltheworldinjcrew:

andrysb24:

dean-the-piesexual:

*short haired people sobbing in the corner*

Magic?

::thick haired people sobbing in the other corner::

*people with naturally curly and frizzy hair sobbing in the third corner*

(Source: jbrclothing)

— 2 days ago with 203167 notes

strivingking:

When you’re feeling down and out, REAL friends be like

image

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gestured:

there’s this thing u should try it’s called stop ignoring me

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"

to the boy in my sociology class who said “sexual assault isn’t
a thing. bitches just want attention”

i was four,
the first time my step father decided
it was time to start stealing my innocence.
i was four,
the first time my step father came
into my room while my mom was at work
and made me touch him.
i was four,
the first time i lied to my mother about
why i was crying.

i was six,
the day i lost my virginity.
call me dirty or call me a whore but
don’t you dare say a six year old girl
knows what she’s doing when daddy tells her
to get onto the bed.
i was six,
the first time my mother found out her
husband wasn’t with her, he was with me.
i was six,
the first time my family refused to
look me in the eyes.

i was ten,
the first time someone told me i had liked
what he did to me.
i was ten,
the first time i screamed at the touch of a man on
my shoulder because i was trained to be puppet.
i was ten,
the first time my grandmother didn’t call
on my birthday because i had ruined her son.

i am fifteen,
and i still wake up at night shaking from fear
because i swear i could feel his hands wrapped
around my wrist pulling me to him.
i am fifteen,
and last week i ran out of class in tears from another
flashback in the middle of the day.
i am fifteen,
and i was not asking for it.
my nightgown was not too short.
my four year old body was not sinful.

i am fifteen,
and i wear men’s basketball shorts and
a sweatshirt two sizes too large to avoid predatory stares.
i am fifteen,
and i have moved seven hundred miles away
but started crying in the mall because i thought
he had followed me there.
i am fifteen,
and i will never get my body back.
i am fifteen,
and my poetry is the only place my story has ever been heard.
i am fifteen,
and i am scared.

"

My former abuser is the person who should have protected me. They used to be the most important person in the world to me when I was little. And I cannot leave, I cannot get out, I cannot escape because they need me to stay. They don’t need me, they just need me to stay. 

thesoulpages || (c.n.p)

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— 2 days ago with 79 notes

baegal:

Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and  -

image

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— 2 days ago with 43520 notes

esophagi:

i’m in the mood for a boy with a deep voice to tell me nice things 

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