titansxarexmyxtrigger:

Every single person who reblogs this

Every

Single

Person

will get a horrible pick-up line in their ask.

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madokaakemi:

fuck-kirk:

starrgazzeestarrhaazzeee:

shell-tear-your-world-apart:

endsofadream:

SOMEONE DO A DATE LIKE THIS WITH ME. I’LL EVEN LET YOU TOUCH THE BOOTY.

Now that’s how you get laid boys.

YYYOOOOOOOOOO

OR to be EVEN MORE ROMANTIC you could take the kiddie pool, fill it with balls, and give ur partner and extra hour in the ball pit

madokaakemi:

fuck-kirk:

starrgazzeestarrhaazzeee:

shell-tear-your-world-apart:

endsofadream:

SOMEONE DO A DATE LIKE THIS WITH ME. I’LL EVEN LET YOU TOUCH THE BOOTY.

Now that’s how you get laid boys.

YYYOOOOOOOOOO

OR to be EVEN MORE ROMANTIC you could take the kiddie pool, fill it with balls, and give ur partner and extra hour in the ball pit

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It has never been easy. When I was sixteen, I knew every potentially fatal thing in my house: Nail polish remover under the sink. Bottle of rubbing alcohol beside it. Hammer in the tool box. Forty foot bridge across the highway. Traffic outside my window.

I thought about slamming my own head against a counter until I lost feeling. I thought about punching myself in the face until I stopped breathing. I thought about running out into the street at two a.m. and waiting until a car came.

I never thought I’d make it to twenty-five. But I told myself to stay. Just for a little longer. Just to see.

So I did. I sat silent amongst my friends, searching for a way to speak. I stopped leaving my house. I swapped sleeping for staying up all night, staring at my bedroom walls. When someone came into my room to talk to me, I started crying. But I stayed. Because I thought, if I plan on dying in a few years anyway, what do I have to lose? And some days I didn’t feel like I was being swallowed whole. Some days I sat by my pool and sang until the sun set. Some days I kissed somebody on their parent’s couch and didn’t feel lonely when I got to my own bed. Some days I listened to a really great song and felt understood, if only for a second.

I stayed. And still I thought about bridges. And hammers to the head. And swallowing acetone to cleanse my insides. But slowly slowly slowly I began to understand that it was okay to cry, and shake, and feel anything but okay. I realized that there would still be days that my fist would rise to my cheek. And still, my face would sometimes resemble a bruised peach.

But now I tear up my lists of potentially ways to die before I complete them. I replace prescription: pills, rubbing alcohol, and razors with memories of the good days. Of holding your hand through the entire state of Oregon. Of running half-naked down a snowy street three New Year’s ago. Of riding go-carts in the Canadian wilderness. Of smoking cigarettes on the beach in San Francisco with someone I met six months ago. If I had left, we would not know each other.

If you feel the same way, stay. For the good days. And the sunsets. And the people out there who understand. Stay because being submerged in black water does not mean you have to drown. Stay. Just for a little longer. Just to see.

Stay | Lora Mathis 

Erase the stigma behind mental illness. Being alive isn’t easy. We all have to help each other out. Losing Robin Williams to depression was a tragedy. Reach out to those around you and always offer help. 

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(via con-ceal)

These photographs
of slit wrists
and rib cages
are not medals
you hang
on your walls.
They are not art
so stop trying to beautify it.
Stop turning pain
into a mural
and don’t make your arms
its canvas.
It is a cry for help,
a slow and painful
suicide.

A Story A Day #223 by M.D.L

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shubbabang:

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consent is a hell of a thing aint it

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slayboybunny:

i mean. its ok if personally you prefer girls who arent hairy. but like. think critically about why. like fucking take a step back and really assess why its so important to you that girls don’t grow hair in places they do and why it doesn’t matter on men. im serious. come back to me and tell me one good reason. give examples and show your work. its due on my desk monday morning

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keep-away-reality:

19th of August

keep-away-reality:

19th of August

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sickomobb:

ghivashels:

colinmorgasms:

what if obama does the ice bucket challenge and nominates queen elizabeth

what if obama actually talks about what’s going on in ferguson

what if obama stopped exterminating the middle eastern population with drones

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imoffsoon:

i just really confuse myself all the time (s.h)

imoffsoon:

i just really confuse myself all the time (s.h)

(via con-ceal)

Baby I understand that some nights sadness will hit you like a tidal wave and there is no way to stop it or tell when it is coming. I understand how hard it is to keep from drowning. But I need you to understand this. When you are sad, I will call you and read you parts of my favorite book so that for a little while you can leave this life and feel like you’re someone else. When you are too sad to even speak I’ll sit there with you and listen to you breathe and memorize your heartbeat. And when you tell me that you need me, I will already be on my way to you. And if you want to cry, I will hold you all night. And if you want to laugh, I will bring your favorite comedy over and I will watch it with you and fall in love with your tear filled eyes every time the tv lights them up. If you want to be alone, I will give you space. But I will come back in the morning and tell you how beautiful you are and that I’m so happy you made it through the night. I will hold your hand and tell you that tonight will be better. And I’ll do everything I can to try and make that happen. So it’s okay to be sad, because I will always be here to make you happy again.

mochispaceship:

kfc doesn’t even have to try anymore they’re just like come get your fucking bucket of fat you piece of shit

mochispaceship:

kfc doesn’t even have to try anymore they’re just like come get your fucking bucket of fat you piece of shit

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lordfricker:

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AND STOP STARIN’ AT ME WITH THEM BIG OLD EYES

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msdeeadreamer:

And that ladies and gays is what I call the right fuckin spirit

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