If you're reading this, please I BEG YOU TO REBLOG! my country Honduras was completely destroyed by hurricane eta. The night of November 5 the Sula valley was severely flooded by the overflows of various rivers, there are approximately 4 cities completely underwater and numerous small villages i can't even count. Even the airport of my city San Pedro Sula is underwater. Aproximately 300,000 families lost everything they had, there are hundres of people going missing, our social medias are flooded with posts of people desperately searching for their family members since communication has been lost due to the floods and lanslides on roads. And almost 200 people have been found dead including drowned kids. Our indigenous people have lost all of their crops they live of. They have nothing left and up to this day there's still people trapped in the roofs of their homes waiting to be rescued. The government has abandoned us ever since covid came into our country. And literally we have no one, it's only us helping each other with what we have. Hundreds of hondurans have shown their golden heart by providing shelter to those who have nowhere to go and lost everything, you have no idea how much i've cried seeing how with the little we have, we've tried to help the most. This is a third world contry, victims of a narco state and a corrupted government, we have gone through so much, fought for too long for the justice we have never gotten. So please, spread awareness, i beg you to do so.
My dear friend Natalia @zeldatrickers is fundraising, shes buying essentials to donate to shelters, if you can, please consider donating through PayPal. Also, here's a twt link with a thread of links to donate.
paypal.me/maldona2
https://twitter.com/papiwhisky/status/1324456794379460609?s=19
“14 years old” takes an awful lot of different forms in media.
Girls get made fun of for everything might as well do what you want lol
horrorbisexual
not to be dramatic but this mentality literally freed me
Source: hermuis
It’s been a few hours, you’ve just been hanging there. You’ve been quiet, too quiet. Usually there’s music playing, or your foot steps could be heard. But today, you’re quiet. Your little sister, who doesn’t normally come to greet you because you lock yourself away, decides to see what you’re doing. She assumes you’re taking a nap, or doing some homework quietly. She runs up the stairs, eager to see, but she comes to an immediate halt. You’re not doing your homework, nor taking a nap. Your music isn’t playing and you aren’t walking around. You’re hanging there, completely still, now just like her. At this moment, her whole world shatters. Everything she has ever known, looked up to, loved, is hanging there by a thread. At this moment, her life has been changed forever. At this moment, she wishes she was hanging with you.
Before you decide to take your life, imagine who will find you. Imagine them walking into a room, and seeing you just hanging there. Whether it be your little sister, little brother, mother father, grandparents, a friend. Imagine what will happen when they find you. No, they will not say “Finally, they’re gone.” No, they will not say “I’m happy they did that.” No, they will not say “I never loved them anyways.” They will die. Their hearts will break. They will hurt, more than you ever could. They will cry, scream, and break down. They’ll believe it’s all just a dream, praying to wake up. Except, they won’t feel that for a few seconds, or a few days, not weeks, nor months. They will feel that until the day they die. Everyday will be hell. They’ll think of you ever second. They’ll hate themselves for not being able to help or save you. They’ll wish they could die too. They’ll want to give up, just to be with you. They won’t be ever be happy again. They won’t smile. They won’t go back to their daily routine. They’ll die every time they walk past your room, or see a picture of you, or think of a memory with you. They’ll think, but stay quiet. They’ll visit your grave, feeling a knife go through their chest every time. And every morning when they wake up, no matter how long it’s been, they’ll wake up to thinking they’ll see you, only to be let down once again. And every night, they will cry themselves to sleep, because even though they refuse to admit it, know you’re gone forever.
Before you decide to take your life, think of your family, burying you. Yes, your own mother and father are planning your funeral. It’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. They’ll have to call the cops, sign a death certificate, pick out clothing, buy a tomb stone, a casket, pick out flower arrangements, and more; All for their child’s funeral. The morning of your funeral, everyone who loves you is wearing black. Tears are streaming down their face, while their heart is breaking. Everyone who you thought didn’t need you, or didn’t care, are waiting in line to see you. They aren’t waiting in line at a party, or a graduation, or at a wedding reception. They’re waiting to see you, hands folded, lifeless, in a casket.
Before you decide to take your life, think of everyone you will be hurting. Don’t you dare say no one, because absolutely everyone will be affected. Your grandparents, won’t have a grandchild anymore. Your parents, won’t have a child anymore. Your brother or sister, won’t have a sibling anymore. Your pet, won’t have an owner anymore. That person you sit next to in class, won’t feel your presence anymore. Your teacher, won’t have a student anymore. That time your grandparents told you no, will haunt them forever, thinking it is their fault, that you are now dead. That time your parents yelled at you, will haunt them forever, thinking if they didn’t yell at you, you would still be here. That time your sibling said they hated you, will hate themselves, because they believe you would still be alive if they said they loved you instead. Those kids who made you feel bad, will wish they were dead too, because if they just smiled at you instead, you would be here. That teacher that said you didn’t meet her expectations, will feel like a failure, because you would still be here, if she believed in you. Everyone, who has ever been in your presence, will hurt, because if they showed you they cared, you would still be here.
Before you decide to take your life, think. Don’t just think of yourself, think of the consequences for everyone else. No one’s life will be the same again. That person who God made specially for you, won’t have you. That happiness that was waiting for you, will never show again. Before you decide to take your life, realize that you may be ending your pain, but you’ll be starting a lifetime of everyone elses.
If you are feeling alone, and think that suicide is the only way out:
My ask is open, and I’m always here. I’ll never judge you. I’ll try to help you.
If you are thinking of taking your life, call:
1-800-784-2433
1-800-SUICIDE
seeyanightvale
You stupid motherfuckers, don’t you dare not reblog this. Because this deserves 100K notes more than pictures of your favourite gay couple or cute cats, and yet it has 243 notes. 243 fucking notes? Fuck that. Fucking signal boost this.
slowlylosinglbs
I wish she had seen this.
You could save a life tonight with just one reblog
oh god I wish he had seen this that night
guys you could save a life tonight I dont care if your a colour blog or whatever reblog this now
watehva
There will never be a time when I don’t reblog this
apollodiangelo
Forever reblog. Please, please reblog this
maddieb123789
Always reblog always
notthinenough
This is what keeps me alive. For every one in my life.
almostfairylight
When you kill yourself, you kill reverting else too.
thin-porcelain-doll
I promise this won’t ruin the look of your blog. It’s worth much more than that.
moonshine911
Healthy brownie recipe (not vegan)!
I think its pretty yummy, it is bit bitter sweet and there are also ways to make it have less calories or just in general more healthy!
Ingredients:
1 tbsp of Peanut Butter
2 tsp of Almond butter
2 small eggs
1/8 cup of of pure cane golden brown sugar (you can also use coconut sugar, maple syrup, honey, or another sweeter that you want, I just think that it tastes the best with this)
2 tsp coconut sugar (or any other sweeter)
1/9 cup of whole wheat flour (oats could also work or almond flour)
1/3 coco powder- dry unsweetened
Calorie Count:
Peanut Butter: 96
Almond Butter: 64
2 Small Eggs: 106
Coco Powder: 65
Flour: 45
Brown Sugar: 90
Coconut Sugar: 30
Total: 496 calories
You can cook it in the microwave or in the oven for a short amount of time, the whole thing has a pretty high cal intake, but if you cut in into pieces I would have ones that are about 50 - 60 calories each, and they are pretty healthy. Its always a great way to get rid of cravings and to make sure I don’t binge on actual brownies:)
Hydrangea
Ruled by - Mercury, Neptune, Moon (whole plant), Jupiter (roots only) Element - Water Sacred to - Cherokee, Fae Form - Dried or fresh flowers. Grow in a garden to protect the household from evil. Add the flowers to a floor wash or bath, or burn the bark to break a hex. Sprinkle the cut flower petals around an area where something was stolen to reveal a thief. Hydrangea comes in many colors, and each color can be used for different magic. White flowers are used in moon magic, to attract or banish. Pink and red flowers may be used in more amorous or heartfelt spells. Blue flowers are for seeking forgiveness. Purple flowers are for seeking understanding. Planting and Growing – Hydrangeas tolerate almost any soil, but really thrive is rich, porous, moist soils. Plant in spring or fall, in a hole as deep as the root ball, and 2 to 3 times as wide. Fill halfway with soil and water. When the water has drained, fill the rest of the way with soil, watering thoroughly. If planting more than one, place two to three feet apart. Hydrangea prefers morning sun, with afternoon shade, but will grow and bloom just fine under partial shade all day. Hydrangea also grows well from cuttings of mature, well established plants. To do so, make a horizontal cut from new growth (that hasn’t bloomed) about 4 or 5 inches down from the tip of the stem. It should have 3 or 4 pairs of leaves. Trim the bottom pair (or two) of leaves flush to the stem and dust with anti fungal and rooting powder ( to encourage better growth). Place in well moistened, well draining soil, down to the first pair of remaining leaves, and loosely cover with a bag, making sure the leaves aren’t touching the bag. Place in a warm area that isn’t windy or in direct sunlight. Water when the top layer of soil is dry, and check every few days to make sure it isn’t rotting. Roots should grow in a couple of weeks. For new plants in the first two years, keep the plant watered.. Especially during droughts. In the fall, cover the plant at least 18 inches in mulch, pine needles, or straw to keep it safe from weather. Fertilize once a year in late winter or spring if the soil is light or sandy. Harvesting and Storage – Cut the flower heads when they have fully matured, trimming off any leaves from the stem. Hang upside down in a warm, dark, dry room. When completely dry, hang wherever you like, (that is also dry) out of direct sunlight. Different hydrangea plants can be harvested at different times, either before new blooms grow, or after they have already bloomed. Please identify your hydrangea before harvesting any part of it. Hydrangea also doesn’t like to be pruned for shape. Be careful not to take too much from your plant. Uses – Used in spells for blessings, attraction, and banishing. Used in spells to expose thieves and breaking hexes. Place around the house or carry in a sachet for protection. WARNING - Do NOT EAT hydrangea. All varieties have some amount of cyanide. References - Lexa Rosean, Farmer’s Almanac, Amino Disclaimer - Nothing in this is intended to be medical advice, or used in lieu of seeing a medical professional. Image Credit - boohwanj.tumblr.com
“You’re Not a Good Writer.”
I once received a DM comprised of just that sentence. Nothing else. No constructive criticism or any reason as to why this person clearly agreed with my own view of myself.
For someone who has never told anyone in their real life that they write anything, reading something like this from an anonymous user only solidified in my mind the fact that this person was right.
I’m not a good writer.
After an embarrassing amount of minutes passed, in which I thought about deleting every story I ever posted, I decided to delete the message instead. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean I could delete the feelings it caused or change the fact that I’m not a good writer.
Two weeks went by and I didn’t write anything, let alone post. Then I received a comment on a story I had posted three years prior, one I’d written after a death in our family. The comment read, “Thank you for sharing this heartfelt story. I really needed this. I just lost my mom and this really got me today.”
I stopped thinking about being a good writer after that. I thought instead, “what if I had deleted my stories and that one person three years later hadn’t read it that day?”
Here’s what I realized: no one is a good writer.
Good means to be approved of, but stories aren’t created from approval. They’re built from life experiences, feelings, and emotions Therefore, the impact of anyone’s story isn’t good or bad. It’s a million other things.
Heartfelt.
Sad.
Funny.
Inspiring.
Romantic.
So to all the story writers out there, hold your head up, write what is in your heart, and never doubt that there isn’t at least one person out there that needs to read your story.
So, no.
We’re not good writers, but why would we want to be?
Holy shit did I need to read this today
Never doubt that there isn’t at least one person out there that needs to read your story.
everyone shut up
and wish Nigel & Patrick Ratburn a happy wedding anniversary 💒 🎂💕
Gorgeous 1950 Bedfor/Iveco OB bus was completely restored to a classy motorhome.
Everything was redone from the dashboard to the back.
The large sofa converts to a bed.
It has a stainless steel 4 burner stove and nice deep sink in the kitchen area. A flat screen TV is positioned facing toward the sofa.
There are curved windows along the top and in the middle, this nice big skylight.
The bathroom has a pretty big sink w/vanity and look at the shower.
In addition to the fold down sofa, there’s a bed in the back. Isn’t this classy?
There are only 180 of these buses left today, and only 70 of them are in running order. Isn’t it amazing?
original thread by @pukicho and several other users
renasanse
I always love seeing this comic because it interprets Tumblr as a gigantic theater ruled by absolute chaos where sometimes somebody just stands up on their chair and shouts and we all pay attention
harry: finally reveals his bee tattoo
louis: shows up wearing bee shoes
me: