society: oh you have your period? well you have two options.

woman: okay.

society: you can use sanitary pads, which make you feel like you are wearing a diaper, and have the added fun benefit of being extremely uncomfortable and give you the extreme paranoia that they will not be enough coverage and at any moment with any movement or sudden sneeze you'll bleed over onto your clothes and walk around all day with blood stained trousers while everyone points and laughs at you.

woman: sounds awful. what's my second option.

society: a penis shaped wad of cotton that you shove uncomfortably inside yourself and it catches the blood before it leaves your body.

woman: still seems pretty awful.

society: wait! it gets better! there's the outside chance that using those will kill you!

woman: well, are they at least free? like how men can have access to free condoms? i mean, it's not like i'm choosing for this to happen.

society: HAHAHA! that's funny. no, you have to pay for them. and they're really fucking expensive.

woman:

society: oh, and if you tell anyone that you ARE on your period, your judgement, opinions, and reactions are going to be dismissed as the crazy ramblings of a lunatic.

woman:

society:

woman: i think i'll go with my third option.

society:

woman:

society: what third option?

woman: i think i'll bleed on everything you love.

"

Depression does not always mean
Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye

Sometimes depression means
Not getting out of bed for three days
Because your feet refuse to believe
That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor

Sometimes depression means
That summoning the willpower
To go downstairs and do the laundry
Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week

Sometimes depression means
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
Because you cannot convince your body
That it is capable of movement

Sometimes depression means
Not being able to write for weeks
Because the only words you have to offer the world
Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying

Sometimes depression means
That every single bone in your body aches
But you have to keep going through the motions
Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed

Sometimes depression means
Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
Because yes, they have the right number
But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore

"
- by “Alexandra” Tilton, NH (Teen Ink: November 2013 Issue)

(Source: stellines, via his-name-is-deefizzy)

tyleroakleysslave:

tylerslayvan:

IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THIST LITERALLY JUST TAKE 2 MINUTES TO WATCH IT, YOU WON’T REGRET IT. I was literally SCREAMING.

koreykuhl I think I found you a few hot bearded daddies

I also think Troye & Tyler would quite enjoy this.

I CANT EVEN WALK IN HEELS

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