My best friend kind of just proposed to me…
Delilah Bunny eating her favourite treat. There’s a heat wave coming so keeping Lilah, and the zoo, cool is priority number 1. Making vegetable icy poles later bringing our Lilah’s ice block soon.
Because my family is too poor to even afford medication. I think it’s been about a week since I took my last anti-depressant and last night I couldn’t even function I was so upset over absolutely nothing. I haven’t felt so suicidal in years; and let’s face it, feeling suicidal because you can’t cut a chicken wing is pretty absurd.
Add on the fact that I have been doing so well, I’ve been on such a high, genuinely happy, for such a long time, recovering, that I’ve been in control of my pills. Both my birth control and AD’s. Also being allowed around sharp objects again and not being cussed out every time I walk in a room with long sleeves.
And now this. I’m out with Mum, her best friend, and my best friend, and I feel like shit. I don’t even want to get out of the car, I didn’t even really want to come and it was my idea.
I don’t want to cry anymore, or cut anymore, I hate myself anymore. I don’t care if I have to rely on pills for the rest of my life; I just want them back.
But of course, neither me, or my mother, can afford the $6 to get them.
hey you know how i said i had a date well something came up and i may or may not have decided to give my existance a chance
Some of you might have noticed how I posted this a while back, and due to the advice of a friend, I decided to post this, on this specific site because I knew it might only get me even more negative feedback somewhere else.
I haven’t had Tumblr for a while, but though this may sound pathetic, it’s probably still the only reason I’m still here. I don’t want to sound whiny, but I know how this place is, and, well…
If this gets 100,000 notes by Christmas, I will not take my own life.
Plain and simple.
I know like that’s a lot to ask for but honestly, I don’t care what happens to me anymore, so I suppose I’m just being stubborn.
Please don’t feel like you’re obligated to have this on your blog.
EVERYONE LIKE AND REBLOG THIS NOW
Please this needs more notes
if you pass this and don’t reblog this, shame on you. your reblog is saving someone’s life. you might think that it doesn’t matter if you don’t reblog, bcos it’s just one person, and if everybody thinks that, then this post will not get the notes it deserve
There has been a terrible lack of posts recognizing the Philippine Typhoon and that’s why I’m making this post. The Philippines just had the WORST typhoon in history called, Haiyan. Now if you have no idea about the severity, the wind speeds of this typhoon was about 250 mph, which is THREE AND A HALF TIMES THE SPEED OF THE WINDS OF HURRICANE KATRINA. imagine the damage Katrina did to the US, a developed country. The Philippines is a Third world country. Most of the people in this country live in SHACKS MADE OUT OF TRASH. It is estimated that about 10,000 PEOPLE DIED. Dead bodies literally litter the streets and are STUCK IN TREES. IF YOU GIVE ANY SHITS TODAY ABOUT FELLOW HUMANITY YOU BETTER REBLOG THIS. IM NOT ONLY DOING THIS BECAUSE MY FAMILY IS FILIPINO BUT BECAUSE THIS STORM WAS THE WORST IN HISTORY. GOD BLESS THE SOULS LOST THERE. My parents were seriously almost on the verge of tears and almost screaming. We didn’t lose anybody in our family, but it has got to hurt to know that the place you came from is IN SHAMBLES. Pls spread this if you care
“This a photograph taken from the teenager (shirtless guy) named Austin Schafer’s Twitter account, of a kid being tied up and beaten by upper classmen at Columbia High School in Nampa, Idaho.
This is a recent photograph and one where the school’s authorities have not taken action yet. Remember this kid’s name and repost this picture.
The Neanderthal trash who are bullying him deserve to have this picture plastered all over the Internet for prospective college admission offices to see so their career pinnacle can be asking me which kind of soup I want at Olive Garden.
If you’ve been a victim of bullying or know someone who has, please repost.”
I hate people.
What the fuck is wrong with people.
you are all way bigger pieces of shit than you apparently think this kid is. He looks terrified. You fuckers disgust me.
Signal Boost. I think everyone who sees this should call the school.
I’ve got 2,400 followers on here. You all know what to do… reblog the shit out of this.
This is terrible…
And people wonder why I hate jocks
Serenity here with an update about my cat and his donation page.
We have not met our goal of three thousand dollars yet, and in yet another last ditch effort to do so, I’m going to do a live stream tonight. I’ll be streaming here: http://www.twitch.tv/mycatsnameisutah/profile playing Left4Dead at Seven PM. I don’t know how long I’ll be streaming for, but i’ll try to stream for as long as possible.
Once again, PLEASE SHARE THIS. REBLOG IT. SPREAD IT LIKE WILDFIRE. The more shares, the more people who see it, and the more donations we get for our sick kitty.
Also, come and watch my stream! The more people, the better!
Donation page: http://www.gofundme.com/52ppxg
Stream page: http://www.twitch.tv/mycatsnameisutah/profile
(This is the profile page. You get to my channel from here)
Kuu: PLEASE HELP ME SAVE MY CAT.
Link is here: http://www.gofundme.com/52ppxg
Here is my cat before he was sick:
Here is my cat now:
You can see the difference, right?
Utah’s liver is failing. Without gathering funds we will not be able to afford anymore treatment or tests, which he…
This is 19 year old Marie Fowler. Her cancer just returned, and has been declared terminal. She’s already in Hospice Care. Her final wish is to meet Kellin Quinn from Sleeping With Sirens. Please, make it happen. Spread the word. This girl deserves it.
The small amount of notes on this post worries me.
SIGNAL BOOST. LET’S MAKE THIS HAPPEN.
COME ON GUYS, IF WE CAN GET A FLUFFY CHICKEN FOR SOMEONE WHY NOT THIS
REBLOG THIS OR ELSE
imagine it’s you
imagine it’s you or someone you love
Police punch pregnant woman and bodyslam her face down on the sidewalk
ROCHESTER, NY — An officer for the Rochester Police Department was recorded on video getting punching a pregnant woman in the back of the head and a body-slamming her face first into a sidewalk.
The woman was yelling loudly and not complying with the officer. While an officer struggled with her, she screamed, “Get off of me, you’re gonna kill my baby.”
"I’m pregnant, I’m pregnant," she yelled.
That’s when an unidentified police officer balled his fist and punched the woman in the back of the head.
The officer followed up his punch by holding his weight against the woman and falling with her onto the sidewalk, face first.
The woman screamed and the bystanders cried out in shock.
signal boost, disgusting. shame on the nypd
who do we contact to complain about this? I’m fucking tired of the police, y’all.
this video has like 6k notes while the vine of a girl throwing liquid on a cop has like 80k, people are more up in arms over that shit than this
I like it how they say “ENROLL TO VOTE NOW, OR MISS OUT!!!!”.
More like “ENROLL TO VOTE NOW OR GET A $$$ FINE BECAUSE WE ARE A FREE COUNTRY AND VALUE OUR CITIZENS EVEN THOUGH OUR POLITICAL PARTIES CAN’T MAKE UP THEIR OWN MINDS ABOUT WHO WILL REPRESENT THEM! OH LOOK, FIRST WOMAN PRIME MINISTER, WE’VE CREATED HISTORY! VAGINA POWER! NO WAIT, WOMEN CAN’T LEAD, HELLO AGAIN KEVIN RUDD EVEN THOUGH WE VOTED YOU OUT FOR THE SAME WOMAN WE JUST FIRED FOR DOING WHAT WE WANTED HER TO DO BUT THE SEXIEST AUSTRALIANS DIDN’T APPRECIATE A WOMAN IN A SEAT WORTHY OF AUTHORITY SO WE LITERALLY ARE JUST FUCKING WITH ALL OF YOU! YOUR VOTE DOESN’T COUNT, WE JUST LIKE PLAYING MUSICAL CHAIRS! WHAT’S THAT? YOU’RE NOT ENROLLED TO VOTE? HERE, HAVE THIS FINE BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH WE DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR OPINION WE STILL WANT SOME OF YOUR MONEY!!!!!”
Last night my dad found this kitten under our garage door with its head stuck underneath and an injured tail. After we got it out, with the help of some firemen, we brought it inside to check out the damage. At first we thought the tail was the result of a raccoon attack but it turns out the kitten may have accidentally scraped off all of his fur and most (if not all) of the skin on his tail by trying to get into our garage; only the flesh is left on the tail.
This morning my dad and I brought him to the vet and his tail will have to be amputated in a couple weeks since he’s too young now. He’s about 6 weeks old according to the vet.
And now I’m gonna go ahead and do something on tumblr I never thought I’d do. The surgery will cost a couple hundred dollars, and in addition to that we’re going to have to pay for the visit today (which cost a little over $100), neutering, shots, medicine and food/litter. I’m an unemployed college student and money is really tight right now with my parents. Only one of my parents currently has a job.
Everything is going to cost my family around $550-600 and we are not in a position to be spending that much money. We can’t afford it.
If you click on that link you can send money to me through my mom’s paypal account. The email is: firstname.lastname@example.org
Any amount of money you are able to send would be muchmuchmuch appreciated. .10c would help, .50c, a dollar… whatever you are able to spare would be amazing. If you aren’t able to send money please consider spreading this around!
Aside from the tail the kitten should be perfectly okay. In the mean time my dad and I are going to try and find a good home for this little guy.
Again, here is the link and the email address in email@example.com
Thank you, everyone!
P.S. - Images may be considered graphic. Sorry to those who are squeamish! :(
You’re sitting in the tree house your father built you when you were four with your best friend. It was once an exclusive resort for high profile tea parties, now a den full of fandom merchandise and, what you suspect, a small family of savage possums during the night. The ageing timber creaks underneath your feet but screw the danger; you’re not six anymore you’re a reclusive teenage introvert returning to your home… your haven.
You take a seat on one of the bean bag chairs you’ve hauled out from the house by the window and wriggle around until you feel comfortable. Reaching into your Tardis lolly jar, your friend begins rambling on about that party last weekend you skipped because it would mean changing out of your favorite comfy PJ’s and interrupt your fifth marathon of Game of Thrones.
You feign interest for some time; nodding here, nodding there. And you begin to wonder what the odds are of moving to England and running into Benedict Cumberbatch and falling madly in love would be. Certainly if he had any sense he’d at least sit down and enjoy a cup of tea with you; the English love their tea.
Your friend continues, apparently the ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ are appropriate responses because they does not seem perturbed by your lack of commitment to the conversation. Oh shit, they’re laughing! You let out a weak chuckle.
You suddenly drift off again, remembering the odd noise you heard last night. Did the lights flickers, or was that just your mind playing tricks on you? You decide to make a mental note to salt your windows and doors before bed just to be safe.
Your friend’s now turned their attention to staring out from the window; it looks like they’re telling you an interesting memory… to them at least. You hold back a yawn and pull out your smart phone from your pocket, tapping the white ‘t’ surrounded by blue icon eagerly.
You begin to scroll immediately as soon as the app loads and you’re dash has been bombarded by the snk fandom. You realize a new episode must have just been released and giggle internally at the fandom’s funny antics before scrolling further down.
Texts post, hipsters, dogs making funny faces; this, you realize, is where it’s at. Time seems to pass with ease now; your friend is still chattering and you’re still scrolling.
But something unthinkable happens, something goes terribly wrong.
You can’t seem to scroll any further.
Your brow furrows slightly; it’s probably just frozen. But it can’t be frozen if the gif’s still work, right? Panic sets in as you scroll furiously on the screen and your heart seems to have doubled it’s pace. A part of you doesn’t mind being stuck reading the same brilliantly written gay porn staring two fictional characters, but if anyone looked over your shoulder you knew judgement was not far behind.
You click, you tap, you scroll but you realize the frightening truth: you’ve scrolled to far, you’ve reached the bottom of tumblr, the end of your dash. Your heart constricts inside your chest and tears begin to well in your eyes. You sit there, a part of a historic moment of social networking/blogging, yet you’re miserable.
The emptiness of lost hope and dreams begins to creep in now and the broken, distraught expression turns steely and cold. No more reblogging, no more laughs, no more gay porn to squeal over in the privacy of your own mind; it was all gone.
You set your phone down, pick up the binoculars you used to watch birds with back in the day before the internet, and turn your attention to your friend who is still talking; oblivious to your current inner turmoil.
You tap their shoulder and they pause mid sentence as if suddenly noticing you for the first time. A frown seems to form on their face and they open their mouth to speak again.
"Shhh." You coo, pressing your forefinger against your friends moist lips to cease the noise and hand the binoculars over.
They seem confused now, but you feel nothing; you don’t want to feel anything. You turn them towards the window and point off into the distance. Leaning in, you whisper sensually into their ear. “Look at that.”
They press the binoculars to their eyes and look in the direction of your pointed finger and their shoulders shrug as more confusion consumes them. “Look at what? There’s nothing there.”
Your lips are so close that you can taste the salt of the skin on their ear and you suck in a deep breath. You wave your arm out in front of you, encompassing the great expanse of the outside world, and in the flattest tone you can muster you whisper once more: “All the fucks I give… they’re gone.”
Anonymous asked: The movie is from Enchanted
Thank you, I thought I’d seen it from somewhere. Anon saved the day!