Reblog with what you would tell your 13-year-old self in the tags.
Source:
thursday
you're going to survive thisi know you think that no one will ever get why you do the things you doi know you think you're crazyyou think you're a freakyou think you're useless at everything that isn't uselessi know that the world seems like it rises up and tries to drown you sometimesand i know that you cry sometimes because you can't breathe without feeling like you're going to float away on the tide of noise and lightand i know that sometimes words rise up in your throat and choke you and make you wish you could spill them out like blood from an open veinand i know you wish you were normal so that people would like youbut i swear that someday you'll meet people who believe in your crazy self and love you for itand who sit with you and let you scream and rage and cry when the world tries to wash you awayand who listen when you open your lips and talk for hours about some tiny detail that no one needs to knowi swear that someday you'll understand what's happening even if that doesn't make it betteryou'll never know silence in your own headbuti swear that some day you'll know the feeling of letting the words spill onto the page like your heart's bloodand you'll spin worlds from that blood like spider's silkand it will be glorious the most glorious thing you can imagineand there will be people who love it when you're glorious and when you're amazing and when you're strange and when you're miraculousi swear that you will live with the knowledge of how to hurt the people who hurt youand you will live with the bright hot rage to do ityou will not live a monochrome life you will live in red joy and red love and red rage and it will be like a blessing and a benedictionit will be everythingi swear iti swear that you will have it and you will deserve iti swear it on my lifeand i have never broken a promisetext postadler