i’m reblogging this because if any of my followers self harm, they need to understand that fall out boy doesn’t want you to
i actually saw this one night when i was in a horrible mood, wanting to cut… and then i laughed and cried because fall out boy saved my life… again.
i feel like patrick doesnt know what else to say besides that like he wants to help but he just said the first thing that comes to mind
Okay, so I really don’t like when people get all uppity about self-harm (I used to, and still do in some ways, and it was no different than taking some Tylenol when I had headache or Midol when I had period pains) but this is actually solid advice.
Physical activity (unless you are fairly ill) is a great relaxation and anti-depression technique. Like Elle Woods said, “Endorphins make you happy.” With that, fresh air is also incredibly therapeutic, regardless of how tedious the world outside our bedrooms may be.
So when things get shitty, try going outside for 20 minutes or so. Take your headphones and music and go for a walk, and pull some weeds out of the garden, or just sit on the roof and stare at the stars for a while. Get outside and do something, even if it’s nothing.
"But it’s so hard."
Don’t give me that bullshit. Unless there is a physical problem in communications between your central and peripheral nervous systems, roll the fuck out of bed and drag yourself out the door. I’ve been there. Hell, I’m failing a class because that’s where I was for an entire month and couldn’t fucking convince myself to get my ass in desk.
No more excuses.
If you have any desire, any passing thought to get better, just go outside.
Please. Just a few minutes. Today, I went to a swing set and watched a ghost-story documentary on YouTube (a guilty pleasure). Just get out in the open, fresh air with whatever you love and disconnect from your stress for just a little bit.
(Source: cemeterysexdrive, via whatsakardashian)