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I have so many people ask me what a tattoo of the moon could possibly mean to me and it angers me so much. In 2 years I have gone from being the happiest person I have ever known, to somebody that felt unworthy of living, and I’m almost back to that happy girl again. Change. Everything changes. Family, friends, hobbies, interests, priorities, feelings. Everything. My parents went from being the light of my life, to the reason why I despised myself, and now I can’t go a day without telling them I love them. Whilst they aren’t always in my view, and they are constantly changing, they always end up they way they were in the beginning. So I could get this whole paragraph tattooed on my leg or I could get the phases of the moon. My tattoo is a reminder, it’s my sense of comfort, it’s my surety that in the end, everything will be okay.
So far I have, and will continue to, follow every person that reblogs this. I love you guys so much.
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her dress changes color to that of your blog
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Thank you! It means a lot!
On this 11th day of May, in 2013 AD, I am very proud to be able to celebrate the marking of one year without self-harming.
THAT’S RIGHT, MOFOS!
ONE YEAR CLEAN! I DID IT!
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The year is 2238. The bell rings and the students walk into English class. The teacher says, “Okay, kids, open your ’21st Century Fanfiction’ textbooks to page 41. Today we’ll be studying Destiel.”
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