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ALWAYS REBLOG WHEN YOU SEE SOMETHING LIKE THIS PLEASE; ITS SO MUCH MORE THAN IMPORTANT TO PEOPLE. IT MEANS EVERYTHING TO SOMEBODY AND EVEN THOUGH YOU MIGHT NOT SEE THIS IN THE SAME LIGHT, SOMEONE MIGHT. INFACT YOU REBLOGGING THIS COULD STOP SOMEONE TAKING THEIR LIFE TONIGHT.

I noticed there isn’t one here for Ireland, so

Irish free suicide helpline: 01-116 123

last time i reblogged this, i got this ask:

so please, please reblog. this could actually save a life.

keep yourselves safe!

YOU ARE LOVED

this video lives in my head rent free

it's worse when you find out that

its $128

this video cost at minimum $134

well shit

Did anyone have “moon hatching” for November?

Update

JESUS CHRIST

This applies to so many things! Your first two inches of knitting/crocheting look like fuck-all. Your pile of fabric pieces look like fuck-all. Your first two paragraphs look like fuck-all. Your first nursing class looks like-fuck all. Keep doing the thing until you finish the thing!

howl the drama queen

Can someone from the Pokemon fandom explain this, I don’t understand nurse Joy’s reaction.

Ho-oh is basically a minor deity, so nurse joy pretty much just heard this ten year old say “i threw a rat at a god.”

i threw a rat at a god

The best part? Pikachu is awake. Pokemon faint upon being defeated.

What Nurse Joy heard was more along the lines of “I threw a mouse at a god and the mouse won.”

what is a king to a god

what is a god to a ten year old with an electric mouse

Maybe God shoulda rethought the Flying typing if he didn’t want his ass kicked  by an electric mouse.

for sale: back, never blown out

i will reblog this every time

I worked with a lady that came into work one day with no hair. No one mentioned it, no one talked about it. She was wearing a bandana so we all knew she was bald.

But I have ADD, and not so great control of my impulsiveness. Finally, near the end of the night I asked. “So… can I ask, what happened to your hairs?”

She smiled and hugged me. I was the only person with the cajones to ask. “My best friend is pregnant, already has a 4 yr old, and was diagnosed with cancer, and her boyfriend left her because it was too much. So I’ve been helping her out, being supportive. And I promised her if she started losing her hair I would shave my head too.”

“Last night she called me, crying because her hair was falling out in clumps. I told her I’d be there in 10 minutes. She shaved me first, then I her.”

It’s the most supportive thing she could think to do.

[Edit: Changed the words for you.]

"Babe smell that? There's nothing in there. Babe smell that one. It's tape. Smell that one! Babe! Babe, smell this one? Babe smell that one..."

I’m losing my goddamn mind

I'm babe

me at 2am