"There are no happy endings, because nothing ends"

 

Convo I just had with my dad

Dad: hey I'm gonna go grocery shopping do you need anything?

Me: uuuhhh....

Me: contemplates wether or not I should ask him to get me pads since I need them desperately

Dad: anything at all?

Me: uh... Yeah.... Can you get me some pads

Dad: Sure

Me: Are you serious? Wouldn't you be embarrassed?

Dad: Natalie, I'm a 56 year old man who has been buying pads for your mother for over 20 years. No I'm not embarrassed.

Me: But I thought guys get squirmish when we ask them to buy this stuff for us

Dad: boys are squirmish. Men will step out and buy you as many pads and tampons as you need. A man will understand that you cannot control your cycle and that this is a natural bodily process. So, if you ever find a guy who's too embarrassed to buy you pad just bleed on everything he owns.

Me: OMG DAD

All the things I did wrong:

I: I relied on someone for my happiness.

II: I love people more than I love myself.

III: I never asked for help.

IV: I asked for help.

V: I opened up.

VI: I had hope.

All the things I did wrong by (KJ)

(Source: kjpoems)

Just because I don’t talk
About it anymore
Doesn’t mean I’m better.
I can tell when people get tired of me,
But mental illness isn’t a mood.
I’m not better.

You are the friend that listens, the one they all run to when their hearts have become a minefield. You know about their mothers and fathers and their bad habits and what time of the night they have difficulty falling asleep. They don’t even know your middle name, your favorite color. You don’t complain.

You are the one pulling splinters out of everyone else. You pick up all of the pieces when they fall at your feet, you sew them up and kiss their knees and become their backbone. You don’t share your sadness because you think they already have too much.

You don’t see. You are stitching up their faces and drying their tears and your skin is cracking right in front of them. You are carrying their bones and breaking as you do it.

Don’t be afraid to let people know you are also human. Your sadness is as real as theirs and you can still love everyone while being sad, you can. You should. But you need to love yourself, too. You are soft and sensitive to the needs of others, but please, please, please, show yourself the same gentleness that you give so selflessly away.

To all the quiet, kind people, Scarlette La Vaillante (via scarlettethewriter)

Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it’s time for them to be hurt.

Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via observando)