Why I’m not good in relationships.
My insecurities get to me. I have so many I can’t even maintain a healthy relationship with anyone. I always think I’m not good enough for someone, or they deserve better. For example my jealousy issues, at first we’re happy and I don’t mind because we’re in the “honeymoon” phase. Then later on, small things like texts, calls, or even hugs start to bug me. The thing is once they really get to me, my ugly side comes out. I can’t help it, but to hide it until I burst.
It’s me.
(via brandynoelle)
Source: Phaibooty
God, the shit I draw sometimes. Old pic.
Zexion/Demyx (Kingdom Hearts)
-Noah
Drawn in U.S history.
Ellis (Left4Dead 2)
-Noah
When we fight.
When we fight it’s like perfection is on hold.
When we fight I immediately want to make up.
When we fight I don’t know how to live with myself.
Will it NEVER END? -huff-
SOPA and PIPA are too similar for comfort.
It’s LGBT, people…not just LGB. People often forget the T. We’re here, too. And we need just as much help. Don’t forget us, because we’re drowning in your ignorance.
-Noah
When…
That feeling you get…when you wonder “Should I tell them?”
When they serenade you with words of love and acceptance…only to quickly whiplash back with harsh betrayal and bitter rejection.
When you stand alone in a crowd, feeling cold and empty.
When you seek help, clawing at the walls of the wrong body, only to meet nothing but dark and empty air.
When every step feels like it’s going in the wrong direction.
When they look at you with smiling eyes and blatantly disregard your “foolish phase” as youthful confusion.
When your eyes fill with grief as you watch boys…born into the right body…abusing it. The pain that fills you. The hatred and anger.
When all you can do is grin and bear it, because no amount of open grieving will remedy your situation.
When they say God doesn’t make mistakes.
When you wake up and realize how lost you really are…floating in a sea of misery. The endless sea that is your own body. It’s humbling, really. Never comfortable with who you are, who you might never truly become. Whether society accepts you…or those you love…
Is acceptance of yourself really enough anymore?
