We All Shine On Like the Moon and the Stars

This post is for all of you who have survived the urge to end your life, either coming out the other side or still fighting to stay alive. 

I noticed how when someone has a physical illness such as cancer, and they come out the other side or even remission, they are able to celebrate surviving. I think all of the survivors of being suicidal should too.

they’re always dirty. like w hat the fuck what is coming into contact with my face? why are they so fucking dirty? wha t the fuck 

3D movies 

dont ever fuckin lose them bc good luck tryin to find ANYTHING without them on 

roller coasters 

idk why but like?? children really like to take them off of you??? and play with them??? wh y 

the rain 

steamy bathrooms/kitchens/anywhere with an unnecessary abundance of steam