~Never ever give up~
My name is Rebgel. I am from the Glade of Dreams on the planet Candalia.
parkladyknope:

New (To Me) Movies I’ve Watched Over Summer: #18Rabbit Proof Fence 
reasons to play skyrim:

mutisija:

  • interspecies and gay marriage is allowed (you can be a lizard guy and marry a werewolf dude if you want)
  • you can kill things by yelling at them
  • you can punch bears
  • you can secretly shove 100 potatoes in someone’s pocket
  • there are lizard furry porn books scattered all across the place
vickstercarr:

G3 Silver Glow

callmeoutis:

when i told my 13 year old sister that curtis lepore was a rapist she didn’t say a word about how funny she thought his vines were she IMMEDIATELY took out her phone and unfollowed his ass if a 13 year old girl has more common sense and maturity than you do then take a good goddamn look at yourself

Dreams are only dreams until you wake up and make them real.Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story (via kushandwizdom)

                                             we have to be { g r e a t e r }
                                               { than what we } s u f f e r

(Source: theincredibleriolugirl)

redrumrose:

My sister and I have been on a big Sonic kick lately (cause we found all the old games on the Playstation Stooooooore!!!!)  
I loved Shadow and Maria when I was young (because of Shadow’s age I always thought they were originally from like the 50’s-60’s, hence the fashion), so I made a quick little thing of them.
Hi Umh I have some friends that today were talking and one of them said "I've named my multiple personality Ruby" and the other said "yeah mines Jake, MPD is so cool" WTF! Can anyone help me tell them that DID or MPD is NOTTT cool?!!

mental-health-advice:

I am going to paste an answer to this I posted a while ago, I hope you find it useful 

So, I am going to address this as a generalisation to the people who fake D.I.D. Here, I extend an offer, think D.I.D is cute, fun and trendy? Well, let’s do a swap, you come live in my head for a day, and I will live in yours. I’ll gladly embrace the silence of a mind all to myself for a day, have fun coping with this entire world in your mind. Feel that tingling in your arm? Has it gone numb? Not your arm now, but who has it? Have fun working it out, pray it isn’t one of the bad ones, hun, because they have complete access to your WHOLE MIND they know exactly how to make you hurt, how to make you crumble with a few carefully chosen words. You know that alter you just made friends with? Yeah, she’s cool now, oh wait, you gave her more attention? I think you made someone jealous, and now they’re both clingy. Want to go to that party? Sorry, you can’t someone else wants to go, or maybe no one will let you go. Oh look, perhaps you can’t go because if you do that alter will go ape shit on someone the second you have a drink. Better not risk it. Ah, home, safe, that means peace, right? Wrong, because now a baby is crying, but wait there isn’t even a baby in this system. Where on earth did that dog come from? Wait, how did you get there, weren’t you in your room, safe? But you blinked, now you’re in the middle of a road. Wait, did I mention that alter gets really scared of the dark, hear how much they’re screaming, but you don’t have time to calm them down because all of a sudden your legs are walking toward headlights. Blink, home again, but you’re bleeding, what happened? What happened to the screaming? Where is everyone? Is that blood on the ground? You follow it, there’s your best friend, the one you’ve shared your mind with for an eternity. Why is he bleeding out? Did he risk his life to save you? Can you save his? Wait, what’s happening why are they taking you away. You’re locked in a room, you can’t get out, you can see through your own eyes, but someone else is in control. Why would they say hurtful things to your friends, no don’t yell, they’ll realise you;re awake. You black out, the strongest alter has been hurt, and you have no control. A few hours later, you wake up as if from a dream, you can’t remember what happened. You’re covered in cuts still healing, everyone seems distressed, you try and remember what happened. Now there’s a wall in the way of your memories. Your friend won’t talk to you, they don’t know someone else said those things and not you. You try to explain, to them, to everyone else, and no one believes you. You just want attention. How can this be a cry for attention, who would wish all of this upon themself!? A world of hurt of pain, all your responsibility but so hopelessly out of your control. That’s just one day, feel like staying a little longer? That wasn’t even a bad day! You can do it, right. Every single day for forever? It can’t be that hard, I mean, it’s fun and trendy, right? It’s worth it. Come on, tomorrow might be a good day, or of course it could be awful. Actually, sure let’s swap back, the silence of your mind is actually terrifying to me, I need them, they’re my family, and I will continue to love them and live with the risk of their love destroying me. 
Please, enjoy your silence, enjoy what you have, for you have no idea how lucky you are. I envy you, for you have not had the taste of this life, this life that is so haunting, but how can I let them go? It would be like all of my closest friends dying all at once. It would tear my heart to shreds. How am I supposed to make the choice of destroying me and destroying them!? 

I beg of you, keep in mind the saying ‘be careful what you wish for’

show them, if you want to, because this is what it is like. It’s not fun or quirky or cute, you can have fun with alters, and you can get along with alters, yes, but it’s not a fun illness. 

may the stars smile upon your journey,

~Tess