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http://sofieandmyself.tumblr.com/

my bestfriend got a new blog.

welcome to my fake side.
10knotes:

Follow this blog, you will love it on your dashboard
stacey-starstruck:

Same old
Anonymous:
Hi. Just another stranger here, but I wanted to tell you that I love you, and I'm not the only one. You ARE a beautiful person, no matter your shape, no matter what you look like. I've struggled a lot with myself for..well, my whole life. I've had abusive partners, struggles with eating, with my weight. With, well, everything. But I got help, and I love myself. I just wanted to let you know that you will be okay, that there are people who want to help you, and there are people who love you.
Me:

I love you strangers. It makes me so happy to hear that you’ve been strong through everything. I hope I’ll someday can feel like you do. Believe me, I try every day. Thanks.

Anonymous:
From one internet stranger to another, I hope you'll learn to love yourself as much as others love you. We're all in this war together.
Me:

I hope too. You’ve made my day, I don’t even know how to thank you.

This is just amazing.

I don’t know what to say. So many beautiful people are sending me messages. I just can’t stop crying. You have no idea what this means to me. Thank you, you’re amazing.

danger-mouz:

calirosegold:

patronustrip:

tootsienoodles:

freackthehopeful:

skylarghost:

weasleyrocksyoursocks:

seong:

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS SERIOUSLY THE BEST THING EVER
SWEET JESUS

You have your mother’s cheek bones

godDAMMIT NOW WE’RE SHIPPING CUTLERY
TUMBLR YOU NEED TO S T O P

I hope this post comes back to me when it has a short story attached. 

The Utensils were a happy family, just like any other. Fork was a loving, caring father, who worked at a bank, and Spoon was his beautiful wife, who owned a small business that allowed her to spend a lot of time with their son, Spork. Every day, when Fork came home from work, he gently clinked against the rim of Spoon’s face and asked how her day had been. She would go on and on about how her Aunt Bowl was letting anyone fill her up these days, and telling him he would never guess who they got a phone call from today (it was his brother, Knife), and he would just lean back against the china cabinet, staring at his wife’s beautiful reflective surface, and know everything was right in the world. 
One day, however, everything was suddenly not right in the world at all.
Fork woke up in the silverware drawer and instantly knew something was wrong. He looked over to where Spoon normally slept, confused when he saw nothing but empty space. Or, at least, he thought it was empty. It took him a minute to see the small note left there. Oh no. God, no, he thought.
He picked up the note with shaking prongs, and read amid tears:
“Fork,
     I’m sorry to leave you like this, but I just couldn’t face seeing you. It’s too painful. I’m not strong enough to tell you this to your face, and I know that makes me a coward. I know that makes me a horrible utensil. But I can’t do this anymore.
     Do you remember Cow’s party the other night? The night she was so drunk she swore she jumped over the moon? Well, I met someone that night. His name is Dish. And we’re running away together.
     Please, don’t try and find us. Dish makes me happy. He doesn’t spend all day staring at me, looking at himself in my reflection. 
Goodbye, Fork.
-Spoon”
Fork collapsed to the ground, wishing he could tell Spoon that the reason he loved staring at her reflective surface so much, was because of the way her surface magnified everything around her, making it seem so much greater and more beautiful than people could see themselves as normally. Her personality did the same thing. It’s what he loved most about her. And what he would miss most of all.

I CAN’T EVEN WITH THIS FUCKING SITE.


bra..fucking..vo

sweet jesus i’m crying over cutlery

suicide-is-a-scary-thing:

Reblog this if you ever,
Self harmed and you didn’t know why
Skipped meals because you feel fat
Cried yourself to sleep at night
Reblog honestly.

Your not alone

Word.