i'm amy or amess, 19, from the lovely Boston. I follow the stars and they hold my heart dear.

There is a trigger warning on this blog, I am struggling and this is my escape.

 

I love the asshole type relationship.

itsalovetypething:

You don’t always have to be sweet and lovey dovey all the time. You can be the assholes to each other and be mean. That’s when you know there is comfortability. Making fun of each other, calling mean names, abusing each other. Abusing as in joking around. The playful fighting. That’s another way to show love.

we do all the above, we’re suchhhh dicks to each other but we’re laughing our asses off while we’re being douche bags. it makes me laugh so much, it makes me really happy too.

(Source: baybayaye)

to all those following me who know me:

that’s the reason i’m not following you back, there are a few of you i follow also but those are the ones who i feel safe knowing the inner workings of my head, if i followed you back it’s pretty much saying okay i’m trusting you with these secrets. if i didn’t follow back it’s this was your choice to see what you see, but i expect no judgement. 

i am struggling, i am usually always wearing a smile. my blog is full of things that haunt me. i ask that you look past the judgement you could be doing. i ask that you not comment about what i post to anyone. ANY ONE. if there’s a concern or comment bring it to me. 

other than that, no judgement just love please

and of course have a lovely day.

v0dkalogy:

meridional:

averyirregularhead:

wildfuckk:

areyouadiscoslut:

this is not even healthy
like where is your butt 

is this serious cos yeah it’s pretty fucking stupid bye

This is so fucking inaccurate it shouldn’t even exist….

pretty sure it’s from a thinspo blog

i weighed 113 pounds after being addicted to oxy and blow. my eyes were sunken in, i looked really sick, my bones stuck out weird and i had no boobs or butt…basicallly i looked like a sickly prepubescent boy….so yeah if you want to be 5’7 and weigh 111 pounds or even want to follow any of these suggested weights power to you but you’re going to look horrible

i’m at the good weight right now. i got to the perfect, apparently it’s not perfect cause it fucked my body up bad. but i don’t strive for the 5’2 or 5’3 perfect, i’ve reached both. neither were enough. i constantly strive for the 4’11 or 5’1 perfect. because when you reach the “perfect” weight, you realize it’s not enough. you’re still a tub of lard.

v0dkalogy:

meridional:

averyirregularhead:

wildfuckk:

areyouadiscoslut:

this is not even healthy

like where is your butt 

is this serious cos yeah it’s pretty fucking stupid bye

This is so fucking inaccurate it shouldn’t even exist….

pretty sure it’s from a thinspo blog

i weighed 113 pounds after being addicted to oxy and blow. my eyes were sunken in, i looked really sick, my bones stuck out weird and i had no boobs or butt…basicallly i looked like a sickly prepubescent boy….so yeah if you want to be 5’7 and weigh 111 pounds or even want to follow any of these suggested weights power to you but you’re going to look horrible

i’m at the good weight right now. i got to the perfect, apparently it’s not perfect cause it fucked my body up bad. but i don’t strive for the 5’2 or 5’3 perfect, i’ve reached both. neither were enough. i constantly strive for the 4’11 or 5’1 perfect. because when you reach the “perfect” weight, you realize it’s not enough. you’re still a tub of lard.

thedailywhat:

Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: The sheer cliffs at the mouth of Sydney Harbor have long been a popular Australian suicide spot. But they’re about to get a lot more deadly — the local man who is credited with talking at least 160 people out of killing themselves since 1964 died this week.
Window-watcher Don Ritchie, known as the Angel of the Gap, could spot the troubled ones from his home across the street; he’d wander down to the cliff-edge and calmly ask, “Can I help you in some way?” More often then not, he could. He’d chat with them a bit, then invite them back to his place for a cup of tea.
“My ambition has always been to just get them away from the edge, to buy them time, to give them the opportunity to reflect and give them the chance to realize that things might look better the next morning,” Ritchie once said. “You just can’t sit there and watch them. You’ve got to try and save them.”
[advocatingprogress]

thedailywhat:

Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: The sheer cliffs at the mouth of Sydney Harbor have long been a popular Australian suicide spot. But they’re about to get a lot more deadly — the local man who is credited with talking at least 160 people out of killing themselves since 1964 died this week.

Window-watcher Don Ritchie, known as the Angel of the Gap, could spot the troubled ones from his home across the street; he’d wander down to the cliff-edge and calmly ask, “Can I help you in some way?” More often then not, he could. He’d chat with them a bit, then invite them back to his place for a cup of tea.

“My ambition has always been to just get them away from the edge, to buy them time, to give them the opportunity to reflect and give them the chance to realize that things might look better the next morning,” Ritchie once said. “You just can’t sit there and watch them. You’ve got to try and save them.”

[advocatingprogress]