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nunyabizni:

badsciencejokes:

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the-quiet-priestess:

blackheartseverywhere:

badsciencejokes:

…I almost killed myself

I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.

I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.

That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.


Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.

Thank you man at McDonalds.

The milkshake saved my life

I hope you all can read this and remember to be kind

The smallest of gestures can save a life. My Mum answered her phone when I called and I am alive today because of that.

I’m glad you’re here.


It’s a phone call, a milkshake, a friend.

I feel like I shouldn’t keep reblogging this but when I do more people see what kindness can do…. I don’t know. Love everyone as yourself.

Nah, keep rebloging it. It gives hope.

(via purpletoadsareeverywhere)

inkskinned:

I think part of what bothers me about anti-millennial rhetoric is that it never provides a solution. It simply places blame and moves on. “Killing the cereal industry” doesn’t follow with how to have more time for breakfast, or how to feel about the fact Kellogg’s was created to be purposefully tasteless. “Killing the housing market” okay how do you fix institutional bias against race how do you make enough on minimum wage to afford a house how do you pay taxes on that house. “Killing the diamond industry” how do I stop people from dying for those diamonds or deal with false inflation.

Just tell me. If it’s all my fault, how do I fix it. Because really, realistically, I’m avoiding buying certain things because I don’t have the money or moral ambivalence for it. So instead of blaming me, tell me what we are supposed to do.

See, but if you do. If you start trying to figure out “why arent they spending their money on a lie we sold them” - maybe you’d figure out the solution isn’t just to say “it’s their fault and they owe us an apology and gratitude.” Maybe you’ll figure out the problem starts with you.

(Source: inkskinned, via its-fund-raiser-not-fun-raiser)

theoretical-thot:

butterbeflyin:

The little moments of Love, Simon that mean more to LGBTQ+ people than straight people realize:

- Not being able to say you’re gay out loud right away, even to yourself

- Coming out in a car. Why do we all do this?!?

- That deep breath and inability to look someone in the eye the first time you say it

- The awkwardness after coming out, even to a completely supportive family. Things aren’t bad, they’re just weird for awhile

- Having a crush on literally anyone who looks at you longer than three seconds or who gives any inclination that they may be gay

- Spending literally all day thinking about the fact that you’re gay

- Trying out ‘dressing gay’

- Coming out to someone who knows you less before you come out to the Important People in your life

- Being completely oblivious to straight people hitting on you, cause you’re just not looking for it

- Not knowing how to talk about people being attractive, not because you don’t want to, but because you’ve never done it before

These are all bits which really resonated with me. Like ugh.

(via smatter)

Don’t kill yourself, please.

cuteghovl:

If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.

If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.

(Source: sweethearxt, via manfuckyopride)

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