Posted 7 hours ago

Well that wasn’t how I wanted the day to end, fuck it i’m just gonna smoke a bowl and be miserable.

Posted 14 hours ago
Posted 14 hours ago

officiallyhomo:

when you realize you didn’t do what you were supposed to do….

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Posted 14 hours ago

clannyfenton:

in my english class we have to fill in this chart and say how many hours we’ve been on the computer or watching tv and say what we’re doing and why and my friend looked at me and said “you should probably lie a little.”

Posted 14 hours ago

captainfluffatun:

tyleroakley:

PewDiePie Reacts To Elders React To PewDiePie

SLAY THEM.

Not really even a fan of PewDiePie but hot damn the last two are incredible

(Source: samebeginnings)

Posted 14 hours ago

soundsofprettyodd:

soundsofprettyodd:

My dad forced me to take this picture of him drinking Starbucks and giving me a peace sign because he wants to be tumblr famous please reblog this so he feels cool

congrats dad u did it

Posted 14 hours ago

untexting:

i’m that kind of person who between two choices always pick the wrong one

Posted 14 hours ago
I am strongly contemplating suicide. I'll just stay home tomorrow and do it. I've tied up the noose and everything already.
Anonymous asked

fairysharkmother:

stardroid:

Anon. I’m going to share something personal with you today. And with all of tumblr, too.

Do you see this photo?

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This is one of the few photos I have left of my mother and I. And the only one that’s digital, too.

I was about four years old in that photo. Shortly after that photo was taken, I was placed into foster care because of my mother’s mental conditions and her inability to care for me. Which was fine, it was the right thing to do.

She was taken overseas to a very good mental health clinic in Paris, which is where we came from. 

My mother had a lot of problems. Among them were her multiple personality disorder and her bipolar. She stayed in hospital for most of my life, and battled depression and her suicidal tendencies. She went through a lot, including electro-shock therapy. Nothing seemed to help. She was a very lost and very hurt woman.

And one day, on Mother’s Day of 2008, my foster parents received a phone call at about 1am from the mental hospital my mother was staying in.

My mother had hung herself in the shower of her bathroom. Her mental illnesses, her lack of access to me and the things she’d suffered through her life had snapped her. And she was gone.

I was thirteen years old. Nobody told me until the sun had risen. I left my room, ready for school. And then I was sat down, and I was told.

And I was numb.

I felt nothing, for months. Months, and months, and months.

I was a very good student at school. I got distinctions, and straight A’s. And all of that kind of just… stopped. 

The full extent of my loss didn’t hit me until years later, when I was sixteen.

And it hasn’t stopped hurting since.

I miss my mother every day. I barely got to know her, but I knew she loved me. And I ache every time I see someone walk by with their parents, or a little girl with her mother. It’s even cost me several relationships. It hurts. I can’t take it. Can’t do it.

You know the kind of woman my mother was? Kind. Smart. Thoughtful. She was a painter, and a lover of music. We lived in Australia when I was growing up, but she always loved France. In fact, it was her name. I recall my foster mother’s comment when she met her for the first time when she came back to Australia to visit me. She said how talking to my mother was like talking to your best friend. One you hadn’t seen in years. The joy in her voice, her smile.

I can’t even remember what she sounds like anymore.

Suicide? I’ve wanted to do it. Several times. It’s been tempting. Pressure builds inside your chest, and you can’t cry anymore. You feel nothing and it’s clearly just logical to end it because there’s no point living in a void anymore.

You feel like there’s no one else out there for you. You’re alone, and nobody understands.

Anon, let me tell you.

I understand. I’ve seen both sides of this coin. Nobody wins.

I know what it’s like to want to not exist. I spend half my days pretending to be mechanical because being human and alive is just too much of  a burden sometimes. But I also know what it feels like to be left behind.

It’s searing.

After the loss of my mother, I lost three more people to suicide. One was my uncle, and two others were good friends. One of them was one of my best friend.

I don’t know who you are, Anon. But I’d like to.

I’d like to know who you are so I can stop you from feeling this way. You’re not alone. And if you are? I’ll be the first to open my arms to you.

Death is not an answer, nor by any means a door to something greater.

Death is for those who have finished in this life. We are not meant to go before our time, and especially not alone.

I’m nineteen now. If my mother were still alive, she’d be thirty-eight.

It’s too young.

You’re too young.

To you, anon, and to everyone else out there who’s ever felt this way.

Stop. Breathe. Think.

Come to me, if you have to.

Go to someone. Anyone. Please.

You’re so much more than a statistic.

You’re worth so much more than tears.

You mean so much more than every person who has ever stamped you into the ground. Called you names. Failed to accept you because you don’t fit into their criteria of human. Spurned you, or ignored you. 

I know this pain. And I know what happens when that pain consumes you.

Please. Don’t go.

I don’t know you. But your life means something. 

I promise it means something.

 

A baby has sent their story in to Momma, and wanted to share it. Momma is very proud of you for having the courage to share your story.

Posted 14 hours ago

joshpeckofficial:

mysticaljew:

someone studying atoms is really just a bunch of atoms trying to understand themselves

what have you done

(Source: mysticaljew)

Posted 14 hours ago