Color my life with the chaos of trouble

I'm Filipina/ Mongolian/ Spanish

Im a free spirit.
Not all who wander are lost.
Im just like everyone else, trying to find a place in this world.
Raised by devils, made an angel.
I'm pretty reckless.
Carpe Diem.
No lo se puedo a quitar el tiempo yo estan bailando.

Im an annoying cousin. World, meet my poomies. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
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Meanwhile in my class retreat. 031814
I always wanted to be a Piplup 😍❤🐧

My last day of periodicals and the Seniors bash! 031414

My best friends > yours
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Happy Birthday My lyssssie ❤

Finally Back || 032814 ••12:23 am ••

Haven’t been on my blog for a while and a lot has happened lately.

Ive been busy with school and I never really had the time or energy to update.

But everyone knows that we will always find our way back to things we love, so here I am.

Going to bombing my blog with posts right now. Lol.

Xx

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acureforbrainwork:

Hey everyone. I’m about to tell you all a really personal story, and then, I could use your help.

The blonde in the pictures above is my little sister, Rachel. She’s 14, a freshman in high school. She’s one of the smartest kids you’ll ever meet, to be honest. Smarter than me. She’s got an amazing sense of humor and the most gorgeous smile, the sort of person who just lights up a room with laughter after being in it for five minutes. Even though I’m 19 and I should be the tough one, she’s held me when I cried, and she cooks me dinner when I’m too lazy to do it, and she gives me confidence when I don’t believe in myself. We cosplay together, we fangirl together, and we talk Tumblr-speak at the dinner table. It’s not an exaggeration when I tell you this girl is my entire world. I’d do anything for her, and I love her more than words could fully describe.

On Friday, she was admitted to a psychiatric hospital after a year of battling severe depression and anxiety.

She thinks she’s ugly. She thinks her future doesn’t matter. She often hates herself, and can’t see all the amazing things everyone else knows is obvious just from their first glance at her. 

The red tie on my wrist you see in the third picture was from her. Behavioral hospitals don’t allow anything with strings on them, so after she pulled out the tie for her sweatshirt, she wrapped it around my wrist for me to wear until she gets back. It might only be for a weekend, or it might be for longer. I don’t know yet.

Here’s where I’m asking for your help. At the earliest, Rachel is coming home on Sunday, but it’ll probably be longer. Still, that means I might only have two days to get the message out. I want to show her when she comes home that there are people out there who believe in her. Who think she’s beautiful and worth fighting for, worth recovery. 

So please, reblog this and prove to her that she has more support than she ever realized. I’m hoping it’ll give her some confidence than she can get better.

(via americanmademoiselle)