zubat:

m-ooonn:

she sat in the water for like an hour, just staring at the water peacefully

An angel, honestly.

zubat:

m-ooonn:

she sat in the water for like an hour, just staring at the water peacefully

An angel, honestly.

damn-i-love-hot-pockets:

I’m crying so hard right now guys, it’s taking a lot of effort to type properly, my vision’s all blurry from the tears and not wearing my glasses
This is my arm, covered in butterflies as part of The Butterfly Project. All are in various states of fading, except for that shiny new one, with the polka dots, which is why I’m crying.
I just got back from walking to Cosmo’s, a cafe near my house that I go to often. While I was sitting there, waiting for my drink, a man (who seemed maybe in his mid to late thirties, like 36 at the most) tapped my shoulder. I was already on-edge because I was by myself, something I don’t do often, so a strange man talking to me made me jumpy.
He had a serious look on his face, and he pointed to my arm. “Those butterflies on your arm. Are they for The Butterfly Project?”
Still flustered, and now embarrassed, I told him yes they were. “For yourself, or did you do them for your friend?” he asked. I told him that they were for myself.
“Can I sit?” he asked, and I said something like “Yeah, sure.” cause I was still all nervous and stuff
He then pulls a black Sharpie out of his pocket. “Would you please let me draw a butterfly on your arm?”
I almost started crying right there. A complete stranger wanted to give me a butterfly. I told him yes and gave him my arm, and he drew that beautiful polka-dotted butterfly right there.
I asked him how he knew of The Butterfly Project, and he told me this:
“I found out about it last year. My… My son committed suicide, because some kids at his school were bullying him because they found out he was gay. After that, I looked up as many suicide prevention and self-harm help things I could. I don’t want anyone to commit suicide or harm themselves for any reason.”
I didn’t know what to say- I’m not very good with words. I told him I was sorry that he had to lose his son like that, and I thanked him profusely for the butterfly.
We talked for a while about things; self-harm, homosexuality, bullying. When I had to go, I stood and he hugged me and said “I love you. Please, don’t ever harm yourself again. I know it’s hard, resisting the urge, but please stay strong for me.”
I had to bite my tongue to hold back the tears. I said I’d try my hardest, and he smiled and left.
I never asked his name. I wish I would have, because that man is one of the kindest, most beautiful souls I have ever met. I wish I could thank him again.

damn-i-love-hot-pockets:

I’m crying so hard right now guys, it’s taking a lot of effort to type properly, my vision’s all blurry from the tears and not wearing my glasses

This is my arm, covered in butterflies as part of The Butterfly Project. All are in various states of fading, except for that shiny new one, with the polka dots, which is why I’m crying.

I just got back from walking to Cosmo’s, a cafe near my house that I go to often. While I was sitting there, waiting for my drink, a man (who seemed maybe in his mid to late thirties, like 36 at the most) tapped my shoulder. I was already on-edge because I was by myself, something I don’t do often, so a strange man talking to me made me jumpy.

He had a serious look on his face, and he pointed to my arm. “Those butterflies on your arm. Are they for The Butterfly Project?”

Still flustered, and now embarrassed, I told him yes they were. “For yourself, or did you do them for your friend?” he asked. I told him that they were for myself.

“Can I sit?” he asked, and I said something like “Yeah, sure.” cause I was still all nervous and stuff

He then pulls a black Sharpie out of his pocket. “Would you please let me draw a butterfly on your arm?”

I almost started crying right there. A complete stranger wanted to give me a butterfly. I told him yes and gave him my arm, and he drew that beautiful polka-dotted butterfly right there.

I asked him how he knew of The Butterfly Project, and he told me this:

“I found out about it last year. My… My son committed suicide, because some kids at his school were bullying him because they found out he was gay. After that, I looked up as many suicide prevention and self-harm help things I could. I don’t want anyone to commit suicide or harm themselves for any reason.”

I didn’t know what to say- I’m not very good with words. I told him I was sorry that he had to lose his son like that, and I thanked him profusely for the butterfly.

We talked for a while about things; self-harm, homosexuality, bullying. When I had to go, I stood and he hugged me and said “I love you. Please, don’t ever harm yourself again. I know it’s hard, resisting the urge, but please stay strong for me.”

I had to bite my tongue to hold back the tears. I said I’d try my hardest, and he smiled and left.

I never asked his name. I wish I would have, because that man is one of the kindest, most beautiful souls I have ever met. I wish I could thank him again.


Rate My Professor. 

Rate My Professor. 

6woofs:

Well, I was GOING to go to bed…

putyourdreamstobed:

onlylolgifs:

video

Can we just talk about how useful this is but also how happy that dog is to be teaching us something. Look at that tail wag. Thank you puppy. 

sorry:

when someone brings up something embarrassing you did years ago:

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niagarafallsprincess:

maddigonzalez:

 Am Not Sad, I Am Not Sick is now available as a PDF for digital download.

"I Am Not Sad, I Am Not Sick: An Autobio Zine" debuted at Twin Cities Zinefest 2013. It is a 15-page black-and-white zine based on mental and emotional struggles of the author.

Here it is on tumblr. It’s $3 (or pay-what-you-want on Gumroad!). I’ve cleaned it up quite a bit and added grey tones to give the drawings a bit more depth. It’s a very personal piece and I hope you’ll consider picking it up.

This zine does include references to self-harm and suicidal ideation.

Gumroad

Sellfy

Thanks for supporting me!

some people need to understand this shit

dannnylawrence:

unlimitedgoats:

luxvriously:

My anaconda will consider it

My anaconda has, upon review of the information presented with it’s partners, decided that it, in fact, does not. My anaconda apologizes for any inconvenience this may cause and thanks you for your time.

Re: Your Anaconda,

Thank you for your consideration. Please keep my cover letter and resume in your files in case of any future openings. Good luck in all future endeavors.

Yours, etc.
A bunless hun

ellescarred:

little-miss-fats:

source: robot-hugs

has anyone posted this yet? I love it! 

This was perfect

clgdoublelifts:

peregrinemendicant:

AH responded to and wrapped up many racist Homestuck assumptions in a tumblr post


hussie makes a decent point here but the whole ‘THAT’S what’s racist’ thing is getting tiring like if he had shut up about that and just explained himself this would have been a bit easier to read

clgdoublelifts:

peregrinemendicant:

AH responded to and wrapped up many racist Homestuck assumptions in a tumblr post

hussie makes a decent point here but the whole ‘THAT’S what’s racist’ thing is getting tiring like if he had shut up about that and just explained himself this would have been a bit easier to read

the-ugly-squirrel:

birdcagesanddemons:

humoristics:

A guy once told my lesbian friend that being a lesbian is a huge turn off for guys and that she’ll never find a boyfriend.

wAHAHAHAHAHAAHA

"You’ll never find a boyfriend"

Oh what a shame

thatprocrastinatingjean:

zee-tan:

aphnoway:

‘tag your hetalia spoilers’

what plot could i spoil

"WAIT YOU’RE TELLING ME THE ALLIES WON WWII????"

yeah guys, thanks to you I found out america became independent of england before getting to that episode

wizardisanadjective:

lordlingenglish:

returntothestars:

blue-espeon:

aeonfrodo:

dilapidatedragamuffin:

We were at my grandparents’ house for Easter today, and my brother brought along the Nintendo Wii for our cousins to play
Only he forgot the sensor bar :T the thing that makes the wii-motes work and junk
Then he remembered this crazy myth he heard basically said if you light two candles, they act as a sensor bar.
I DON’T KNOW HOW
BUT IT TURNS OUT IT FUCKING WORKS.
So if you ever lose or break the sensor bar, and don’t mind your TV looking like an offering to Satan, I recommend candles :I

I’ll remember that for the next time my sensor bar stuffs up…

This also works with flashlights, in case you don’t have any candles handy. c:

The “sensor” bar doesn’t actually have any sensors. The sensors are in the Wii-mote. The sensor bar is actually just a line of infrared LEDs that an IR camera in the Wii-mote can see, which means you can substitute other IR sources, like candles and flashlights.

Science, hail Satan.

wizardisanadjective:

lordlingenglish:

returntothestars:

blue-espeon:

aeonfrodo:

dilapidatedragamuffin:

We were at my grandparents’ house for Easter today, and my brother brought along the Nintendo Wii for our cousins to play

Only he forgot the sensor bar :T the thing that makes the wii-motes work and junk

Then he remembered this crazy myth he heard basically said if you light two candles, they act as a sensor bar.

I DON’T KNOW HOW

BUT IT TURNS OUT IT FUCKING WORKS.

So if you ever lose or break the sensor bar, and don’t mind your TV looking like an offering to Satan, I recommend candles :I

I’ll remember that for the next time my sensor bar stuffs up…

This also works with flashlights, in case you don’t have any candles handy. c:

The “sensor” bar doesn’t actually have any sensors. The sensors are in the Wii-mote. The sensor bar is actually just a line of infrared LEDs that an IR camera in the Wii-mote can see, which means you can substitute other IR sources, like candles and flashlights.

Science, hail Satan.

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