you ever have just like, a really bad idea

anyways if you like bad things here’s a postcard

I was trying to figure out why this post starting spiking recently and then I found out you animals had this queued for Mother’s Day

The Morning After I Killed Myself

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

By Meggie Royer

release your inner bitches feel the rain on your skin 

Please do your research! There is so much misinformation out there and a lot of lies.

Everyone should know the truth so please try to know as much as you can so you can spread awareness and help!

Free Palestine🇵🇸✌️

CPD just killed a fifteen year old child.

a fifteen year old black girl was shot four times in the chest by columbus police in columbus, ohio.

as derek chauvin was found guilty, a black child lost her life to police.

we still don’t know her name, but we’ll scream it the minute we do.

“well that can’t be worse”

except it is.

except this child got jumped by the other girls present. she was afraid for her life enough to grab a knife and call the cops herself.

let me repeat that.

the black child that they killed was so afraid she called the cops herself.

they killed the very person who asked for their help.

and before you flip over the knife, they didn’t even ask her to disarm. they got out and immediately opened fire on her and shot her four times with deadly intent.

did y’all think i was kidding.

her name is ma’khia bryant.

i’m such a small blog but i’m begging y’all to spread this story. i can’t speak directly to this- no matter how hurt and angry and thrown by all of this i am, my voice isn’t the one that matters. i recognize that. but i’m still begging for this to not be overlooked. say her name, remember her- remember that this fight never ended, and keep fighting it.

derek chauvin being found guilty is a victory, but we can’t let that blind us to the fact that this has kept happening and never actually stopped. even if the protests went quiet, that doesn’t mean things changed. we have to hold them accountable and we have to remember those who have died and will continue to die beneath the shadow of everything else that’s happened this year.

my heart is going out to her family.

rest in peace, ma’khia.

YOU hates terfs

rb if u hates terfs

I want to prove a point to a coworker of mine.

Pretend this post is the coronavirus.

If you see this on your dash, just reblog it.

Let’s show them how quickly this virus can spread from just one person.

at this point i’ve gotten infected at least 3 times

thanks for the infection <3

ive rb’d this t h r e e t i m e s today :”)

I’ve honestly lost count of how many times I’ve gotten “infected” today.

And the second time

third time in two days whoop

oh i just had this last night

yikes, im sick!

holy fucking shit this is like the sixth time

AGAIN

Man this is like the 8 th time lol

Fourth time I think :/

Aw man sick again

Wear a mask bitch.

Yes I'm gonna reblog this every time I see it on my dash.

4.

Why. 5.

Oh boy it's back

And 10.

I'd be long dead by now irl-

17.

10:38pm January 31 2021.

26.

1:05am 02/01/2021

16?? idk i lost count

*sigh*

5th or 6th time since September 2020

https://global247news.com/2021/03/26/tears-flow-for-brits-as-they-head-home-to-avoid-being-deported-as-illegals-in-spain/amp/

https://www.express.co.uk/news/politics/1415577/Brexit-news-latest-eu-vaccine-block-astrazeneca-uk-john-redwood-boris-johnson

“But we’re not immigrants, we’re expats!” British exceptionalism meets Brexit reality. They were misled though, before the referendum Michael Gove promised them that “the rights of Brits living or with holiday homes in the EU will not be affected if we vote to Leave”.

I'm finding it ever harder to excuse the ignorance and arrogance of these people.

I don't know how to break it to you but this is Spanish

I'm- khiigjtjfkgisj

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

“Well she didn’t exactly say ‘no’..”

“Yea, but did you see what she was wearing?”

“Boys will be boys!”

“She should know better than to drink at a party…”

Cannot not reblog.

“She should have tried to enjoy–”

“She’s just saying something now for atten-“

boy am i glad this has so many notes

“But he’s a dude. That’s not ra-”

  “He should’ve enjoyed it.”

“She must’ve lead him on.”

“But she orgasmed. That means she liked it - “

“She’s slept with so many people! She’s a slut-“

“Get over it, at least you’re still a virgin”

“Women can’t rape because…”

“Be grateful it wasn’t a man!”

“I’m sorry she hurt you but don’t call what happened to you rape, it’s an insult to the REAL victims…”

“You weren’t raped, you’re just lesbophobic.”

“She shouldn’t have posted provocative photos!”

“She shouldn’t have been dressed like that … she was asking for it!”

“It’s the woman’s responsibility to not put herself in dangerous situations, she should have been more aware.”

reblogging because it’s gotten even better since last time

I love this post!

“Well he paid for dinner, she kind of owed him.”

“She’s his wife, it’s her job to please him.”

“Oral isn’t rape.”

“Well he wasn’t armed, she could have walked away.”

“Guys can’t be raped, they love sex!”

“She didn’t fight back; it wasn’t rape.”

A good post

the day I do not reblog this is the day I’m buried six feet under

T̼̦H̡͚̫̿Ę̮̜͜ ̲D͕̰Ḁ͒ͬY̶̮͛̀̈ ̶̳͈̕͞I͢ ̬͈ͫ͞D̷͇͢O͕ ̵̡̮̲́N̡̼̎O͏Tͦͤ̒̈͠ ̟̯͘͞ Ŗͧͮ̀ÈͥBΙ̙̙̉҉L̺Ơ̽͠Gͪ ͒T̕͠H̵̿ͪIͪS͉̤̭ ̀̿͟I̸̋͑̀S̸҉ͥ͘͘ ̵̢̤̈́͝T̜̙̊̎H͈͍̘͌͢Ë̛̳͖̟ ͉̦̀̋D͍́̕͟Ā͞Y̦҉̶ͮ̒ ͊Iͤ’̙ͥ̋͟M̞͏ͩͤ҉ ̱ B̐Ι̿U̷̓R̥ͤ̈́͋I̻ͭ͗̕̕E̽͜D̢͉̠ ̷̌ͥ̀S̵͇ͩI̔X̦́̐̈́ͮ ̨̯̰ͥͫF̨̝̮͊É̗̯̕E͌̈́̕Ṫ̖͏͕̔ ̪̻̗̥U̹ͯN̵̺D̤̄̍Ë̴R̾ͩ҉̜ ̼̀̆

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I like that people included male rape victims as well! This is a good post

“They shouldn’t have gone out with someone they met online.”

always always reblog

This is amazing as a two time survivor it’s fucking time to hear this shit debunked! Hate has no place!

Can not not reblog. 

“He didn’t try to stop her, so it obviously wasn’t rape—”

So I’m aware I haven’t really posted anything in a while but I hope this reaches someone. My brother’s name is Efren. Growing up he used to tease and make fun of me, but among all the teasing he also helped raise me along with our mom. When he was little he wanted to be an architect. But his is the story that a lot of Mexican American working class families face: either take the opportunities available to you to attain your dreams, or curtail those in order to take care of your family. He chose his family. After graduating high school he turned down full ride scholarships in order to stay and work to help pay the bills. It was just him, my mom, and me. After a couple of years we got stable enough economically that he was able to go to college, but after graduation we fell on hard times again and instead of finding work in his field or applying to architecture school like he always dreamed, he decided to stick around and help us again. It’s because of his choice to help our family that I was able to go to college too, something that for a time I didn’t think was possible. It’s because of him that I was able to apply to and get accepted into a PhD program in the hopes of becoming a professor. It’s because of him that my mom has a house to call her own. My mom and I owe him everything. Yesterday, he was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia (ALL). He’s uninsured. I’m a student, our mom works in childcare. There’s a high success rate for remission if he gets treatment, but we can’t afford it. He’s all me and my mom have, and we can’t lose him. He chose family growing up, and it’s my turn to choose him. Please, any donation helps. I just want him to come home.

I know times are tough with covid and everything so if anyone could please just spare a dollar or a reblog thatd be great. I can’t lose him.

paypal.com/Yulenni

cash.me/$pastandfuturequeen

venmo: @Yulenni

https://gofund.me/832d4f6e

Update: 1/20/2021 11:30AM PST

First off, thank y’all so so much for the generosity, advice, and kind words y’all have shared. I honestly thought this might get a couple hundred notes I didn’t know it would get over 12k!!!! I’m so incredibly thankful to everyone who’s reblogged and donated and messaged me. Y’all truly don’t know how much it means to me and my family.

Now I wanna post a couple updates here. A lot of y’all pointed out that hospitals should have financial aid or pointed out some charities that could help, and for that I’m very thankful. Yesterday we applied to the hospital financial aid but they told us that he likely only qualifies for a 50% discount on their sliding scale because of income. We’re incredibly thankful for that help of course, but 50% of $30k/month is still $15k/month for treatment. I also spent yesterday applying to different cancer charities and Catholic charities and Latino charities and government assistance but ofc cancer related assistance is in really high demand and a lot of charities are strained thin because of covid and people losing their jobs.

I’m incredibly grateful for y’all’s extreme generosity, so far through the gofundme, Venmo, cashapp, and PayPal we’ve received $8,327.64 and I’m absolutely blown away. I’m in tears writing this I didn’t know people could be so generous. I know times are tough with covid and a lot of families are going through the unimaginable. I don’t know how much more this post can circulate on tumblr, so now I’m just asking if y’all could do this:

Please spread this post and the gofundme link on your other social media.

I’ve made this post on Twitter that y’all can retweet (link) but I don’t have Instagram or Facebook or Reddit because I’m admittedly kind of a hermit. So I’m incredibly thankful for everything y’all have done, I’m just hoping that maybe some of y’all will spare a retweet or a repost and help get the word out to as many people as possible. Thank y’all. God bless.

UPDATE: 2/10/2021 @ 12:51PM PST

Apologies for the late update. But first and foremost I just wanna say:

Thank you so much.

We’re blown away by everyone’s generosity, I never thought that this would gain as much traction as it did, and Efren also wants to say thank you so much. Words really don’t do justice to the overwhelming amount of support and love that we’ve received though this and though everyone reaching out and offering your kind words and suggestions. When I showed this gofundme to Efren he was speechless, both my mom and I cried because now he gets to stick around just a little bit longer, and that would’ve never happened were it not for everyone’s support. So a million times, thank you.

Now for the (actual) update: Since we heard about the diagnosis, we’ve been applying to a couple of different charities and to St. Francis’, SCCA’s, and UW Medical Center’s financial aid departments respectively. I want to give a quick shout out to people who offered advice and helped us navigate this whole financial situation. Thanks to everyone’s help, Efren’s been able to see a whole army of doctors and hospital staff (Efren says there’s too many to count) and he’s gotten his first round of chemo with more to come in the following weeks. Because of you guys, he’s been able to laugh and talk shit about me for the first time since we got the diagnosis, something I never would’ve thought I’d miss. The bill has gone way WAY down, so now we’re looking at a total of $25k instead of $200k, mostly for meds and the initial emergency room visit.

We never expected this much help and generosity. We’ve set up a payment plan for the remaining amount so it’s not gonna be due all at once – this is a long road to remission as I’m sure some of you may know, so hopefully a combination of payment plans and a diet of ramen packets (I’m kidding mostly) will help us weather this storm. Again, my whole family and I just want to thank each and every single person who’s donated, shared, and sent kind words or prayers our way. God bless you all.

(Including the funds from PayPal, cashapp, and Venmo):

$19,084/$25,000

Welcome to the space age, ladies and gentlemen

This is really quite a big deal. A tremendous amount of modern research ends up being sold to journals which require unreasonable payments to access it and only pay the original authors a pittance. It’s nice to see an agency like NASA deliberately widebanding its findings.

Not sure if people fully realize just how big of a deal this is. THIS is how science is advanced. Not through biased corporate research, business secrets, marketing, paywalls and patent wars. But through open, uncensored and unrestricted public access to knowledge.

http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/?term=%22nasa+funded%22[Filter]

^ There’s the direct link to all the studies.

NASA IS GOOD, NASA IS GREAT

@osunism

NASA is the hero we don’t deserve.

This deserves every reblog.

@geh-is-okeh

In the face of institutions being silenced, this is doubly huge.

I love seeing that, for once, there are more reblogs than likes

Keep passing on this info, guys. Good job

This is SUPER important!! Science can only develop if people share what they found!

Also this could help me find a topic for my finals presentation in biology!

Bless NASA

Thanks NASA

Ive already reblogged this but watch me do it again cause im still excited

As species meet each other, so too do their gods. And as the Galactic Union welcomes Humanity, their gods prepare to meet those of Humanity. But as the gates open, only one figure emerges; a skeleton wearing a robe, sandglass, and scythe.

The idle chatter in the room dies down as the human’s divinity enters. Many of the younger gods in attendance nervously shift in their seats, and the elders look up with weary acceptance. A chair slides away from the table that all are seated at, turning towards the newcomer.

“My apologies for being late and alone. The others could not come, so they sent me as their emissary. You may call me Death.”

One of the elders stood and bowed, and the rest of the assemblage lowered their heads in respect. “Welcome, Death, to this meeting of divinity. We accept your apology, and ask that you elaborate as we feast. Please, enjoy our gifts.” Here, the table became populated with sumptuous meats and filling drinks. As they dug in, Death did their level best to not touch those nearby, recoiling should contact with another be imminent. Pleasantries were exchanged, food and drink were consumed, and soon idle chatter returned, though somewhat hesitantly.

“You asked me to elaborate on my being the only one to attend, yes?” At this, the elder nodded and all waited with bated breath. “Humans, peacefully may they rest, have had and lost many gods and goddesses over the eons. Yet I have remained, steadfast and unchanging. I have tended to man and god, accepting them all regardless of their origins. Tyrant and child, civilized and wild, man, beast, god… All are equal in my eyes. All are deserving of rest.”

“I am the only one here on request of the current heads of the various pantheons, for they all see me as the only one who can be trusted to meet with you all. The current elders of human faiths are losing power and dying, and I had to make sure they would not leave too early while I was away, hence why I was late.”

“But gods do not die!” Death turned their gaze to a young insectoid god, dressed in the accoutrements of battle. The war god seemed to shrink at Death’s gaze, which was even and emotionless.

“Oh, but gods do die, young one. I have been there as the ancients of old withered from lack of belief and comforted them as they came to grips with their sudden mortality. I watched as icons of blind and zealous rage skyrocketed to power and crashed in a smoking crater of failure, never seeing that their demise was inevitable. I have tended to the aging gods who managed to hold believers amongst the mortals over centuries, the resurrected ones who found new faith after centuries of being without. More importantly, I have seen gods fuse together in order to stay alive, casting aside pieces of themselves which would either thrive or wither at the mortal’s whims.”

“I noticed,” said one of the elders, “that you dare not touch any of us.” Death nodded, and the elder continued. “Am I to understand that your touch is lethal?”

“The humans certainly seem to think so, as do the young ones here. I’d rather not run the risk of proving them right unintentionally, this is supposed to be a friendly meeting after all.”

“Were any of us here to be on the edge of losing all our followers and withering into nothingness, what would you do?” Here, many of the oldest turned their gazes upon Death.

“I would do for you as I have done for others in such a situation. I would be there for you, in your final moments, and ensure that your passing was a peaceful one. And as I am there for you, the humans will be there for your erstwhile followers. They will record the names of gods that are not theirs, in memoriam. In respect. I like to think that they have learned from me as much as I have learned from them.” At this, the elders nodded and smiled, standing and walking away from the table. As all gathered rose and made to say their farewells, the young insectoid war god glared at Death, and in their people’s hearts arose a desire to crush the weak fleshbag humans.

“You will not kill us, weak human emissary. No god can die.”

“It is not the gods who kill each other. It is the worshippers who decide whether or not a god continues to exist.” Here, Death lifted the sandglass into the young war god’s view. It’s surface shifted to bear a likeness of the war god, and the sands within began to flow. “And it seems that your followers are soon to decide your fate. Farewell, and restful sleep to you.”

Wow that was awesome!

source

Okay double reblogging because the source was leading me to a weird Instagram article? I don’t know if that’s an error on my side and if it is could someone please send me the correct link

I think this is the right petition though but I can’t find the links for anything else:

If my information is wrong PLEASE CORRECT!

And DO NOT DONATE TO CHANGE.ORG. Their wording is tricky but the money goes to them and not to the cause.

Apologies for the triple reblog. Here’s the links for the Step 4 petitions

Here’s the amnesty.org link

Here’s the second change.org link

An info graphic on what’s happening in Nigeria made by itssimply.sandra on ig #EndSARS

THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN ON TUMBLR BUT

reblogging because someone liked it and DIDN'T REBLOG smh 🤦‍♀️

MAINTAIN B A L A N CE

I think it's balanced now???

fantastic work everyone

Reblogging to make it balanced

Yee yee 😎

HOLY FUCK

I had to take part in this

it’s ok to do things slowly. work for days on a single drawing, then don’t show it to anyone. learn three new words of a new language each day. read a book slowly and thoughtfully, enjoying every sentence like it were a movie. absorb new knowledge with intent and ease it into your memory. notice all the quiet sounds in songs. walk slowly and notice the sounds of birds and colors of leaves. it’s not bad to slow down and enjoy the moment. there’s no need to rush. 

If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again

Isn’t it disgusting that 23 people just unfollowed me

Unfollow me too

this goes double if you call paedophilia a disability. unfollow me twice

and if you call pedophilia an “orientation” or in any way compare it to being LGBP+ you can unfollow, delete your blog, and set yourself on fire. 

I just lost 50 followers.. bye

clearing out the trash

GO ON AND S M A S H THAT UNFOLLOW BUTTON

BUHBYE U McNASTIES

I’ve seen this circulating forever and genuinely thought “no way do I have any of them following me” until this week when it turned out I had all these fuckin “MAP” (pedophile) followers sad to find out I’m an “anti” (normal person) Please leave and also please get guinea worm.

GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY BLOG

I reblogged something similar to this a while ago but again:

if you support pedophilia,

kindly get the fuck off of my blog.

Thanks.

I reblog these regularly.

STAY OFF MY BLOOOOOOG

Shoo fly, don’t bother me👋🏾

Pedophilia is not welcome in the LGBTQ+ community nor are MAPs or pedophilia apologizers welcome on any of my blogs. If you support pedophilia, unfollow me. My blog is a safe space but I will not tolerate the sexualization of children.

GET OUT

Unkindly, get the fuck away,