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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

doryishness

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

juststrokemyglabella

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

silver-couture

this is my favourite thing

OKAY SO MY WISHES ALWAYS COME TRUE BC OF THIS HOLY SHIT

This really worked I wished for an iPhone 6 and I got a fucking iPhone 6

HOLY SHIT IT ACTUALLY WORKED

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@fuck-yo-feelingsss OMGG FATIMA MY WISH IS GONNA COME TRUE 😂😂

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BLISSFOLLY

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THIS WORKS, IVE USED IT SO MANY TIMES AND ONLY REALISE IT WORKS NOW THAT I LOOK BACK AND SEE HOW THINGS WORKED OUT OMF

Yo. This actually works lol

Reblog forever.

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innocencelives

shoutout to people with simultaneously great and terrible memories. like oh yeah i remember in perfect detail that random story you told about the banana costume from a year ago but all of novemeber? completely blank.

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Reblog If You Can Take Off Your Bra Without Taking Your Shirt Off.

50eathaters

Girl’s are amazing

I think we broke the notes…

mis-c3l-la-neous

i feel like i’m reblogging history. “the post that broke the notes”

THERE ARE NO FUCKING NOTES

WE HAVE REACHED INFINITY

what the heLL

yay-someoneactually

Um….guys….

There are negative notes….

WHY ARE THERE NEGATIVE NOTES?

HOW ARE THERE NEGATIVE NOTES?!?!?!?!

dellbby

Its in the black hole of tumblr

At time of reblogging, this post has 1 note :’)

Uhm nothing was there then I hit the heart and 1 note popped up.. Guys I’m scared..

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it has reset to 0 notes. what have you done?

now it’s floating in the middle of the thingy

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EVERY DAMN TIME

There’s literally nothing there.

What is this?

mahaliciously

I couldn’t scroll past this. I need to be part of history for this. There are no notes do you even realise

Let it be known I was here on this day of march twentieth twenty sixteen and I’m laying in bed at nine thirty am

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WOO NO NOTES PARTYYY

WTF IS THIS?!?! IM CONFUSED NO NOTES WUT DA ACTUAL FUCK

humanityinahandbag

I LIKED IT AND IT HAD ONE NOTE.

ONE.

NOTE.

animationnut

Oh wow there are seriously no notes..

What the heck.

knightnicole

OH MY GOSH IT’S TRUE. There were 0 notes, now i liked and just one note popped up! I’m.. I’m not sure how this can happen..? But now I’m part of history YEAH 24th March 2016 - 03:05 am

WHOA SO WEIRD

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I just had to see it for myself and it’s true. Holy crap.

On this day, March 24th, 2016 at 12:22 in the afternoon, I have made myself part of history.

it’s back

Huh….

nyreelovemenot

I’ll probably always reblog this

yung-caged-and-restless

I feel like tumblr staff have been motoring this post and they put a special code in it so no notes ever show up

thekingsvoice

This post is historic

How can anyone not reblog this lmao

Well damm thought I was gonna get trolled but one note

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Reblog in 10 seconds and $1700 will come your way

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I have nothing to lose and 1700$ to gain

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Finally found this again, on a really adorable blog. This should help a lot of you guys and answer some questions you may have. 💕

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@lexion114

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wnq-writers

you make waking up at 4 am worth it. and waking up beside you makes the butterflies in my stomach flare up. exploding of orange and pink as it overcomes my blues and purple. just like sunrise. you are my sunrise. your touch crawls inside my body. tingling every inch of my temporal soul. your baby blue eyes gives me warmth and joy. just like sunrise. you are my sunrise. then you wrapped me in your arms. your presence became my blanket of security. i felt like home as we watch the world together. then you said I’m the only one in this world that matters. then you kissed my lips and i touched your face. and our souls danced together as we become one. and when you look at me you reach my deepest trench. and when i look at you i see an embodiment of paradise. you said i touched your oceans. i said you touched my skies. and the world witnessed everything. i am your twilight and you are my sunrise.

secnarfile (via wnq-writers)

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wnq-writers

recovering from abuse is tricky because there is more than one kind. sometimes, more than half the time, you don’t recognize it’s abuse until it’s five months later and you cant figure out why you’re replaying words over in your head and memories flash back to your mind like a blurred vision, and you can hear the heartbeat in your ears every time you turn your head to try to distract yourself from the pain. it isn’t even remotely a beautiful thing. we catch ourselves trying to flee from our own skin and find a new home in vain. this is our skin. this is your skin. this is my skin. let’s not switch, let’s just stay here. where we’re supposed to be. and learn how to make it better where we are.

Brianna Pastor, Memoirs (12)

Source: wnq-writers.com

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bpdcat

you can’t hear it but my brain is constantly yelling at me telling me i’m a bad person

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tumblr culture in 2012: touch my butt and buy me pizza tumblr culture now: choke me and hit me with your car

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reblog if you are BISEXUAL, SUPPORT BISEXUAL PEOPLE, or REALLY HATE DONALD TRUMP

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whisperingbones

March 4, 2013 I was unpacking when I heard you walk in. I had on light pink lipstick that I found at the bottom of a box. You put a few things on the counter and handed me my car keys. I kissed you and asked if you could help me move the bed. You said you needed to talk. I keep replaying this over and over in my mind. I don’t think I’ll be able to unpack the rest of our boxes. April 4, 2013 It’s been a month since you left. Mark says you’re not coming back. I can’t sleep. Are you awake? May 4, 2013 I finally went to the doctor like you had begged me to. You were right and yeah, I’ll be fine. June 4, 2013 I sold my engagement ring at a pawn shop today. I bought expensive lipstick and flowers. I also bought a lot of beer and a carton of cigarettes. I’ve lost a lot weight since you last saw me. My friends from high school that I haven’t seen in years hardly recognize me. It’s weird being back in this town without you. I spend most of my afternoons at the beach. I saw a sea turtle today while I was swimming. I miss eating breakfast food at midnight with you. July 4, 2013 I stumbled across the video of you in the car singing Taylor Swift. I deleted it before it played all the way through but I have to admit it made me laugh. I can’t remember how your voice sounds saying my name. I broke down and called you. Thank you for not answering. August 4, 2013 I dropped my cigarette in my lap when you drove past me today. September 4, 2013 I went on a date. He thinks Bud Light is “quality beer”. It just isn’t going to work out. October 4, 2013 It doesn’t hurt anymore to say your name. November 4, 2013 Hope you’re doing well. December 12, 2013 Thank you for setting me free. March 4, 2014 It has been a year. I heard you moved to Baltimore. I don’t know what you’ve heard about me but I hope it’s that I’m happy. I hope you’ve heard from our friends that they often see me sitting in the sun, laughing with my hair in a braid, collecting seashells and running straight into the ocean with no fear.

I don’t know what you’ve heard about me but I hope it’s that I’m happy. I hope you’ve heard from our friends that they often see me sitting in the sun, laughing with my hair in a braid, collecting seashells and running straight into the ocean with no fear.

Whispering Bones by Drew Hairgrove purchase your copy here

(via whisperingbones)

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hereislight

The second time I overdosed, my body couldn’t handle it, and I threw it all up. I texted my dad saying, “I think I took a little too many pills”. And every time I’ve overdosed, I always downplay it. I’ve always tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal. That having the urge to swallow a whole bottle of pills was something daily that normal people do. My dad hurried home and saw the empty bottle and he shook me to make sure I was awake. I kept mumbling “I threw it up.. I threw it up..” while I was drifting off to sleep. He had to wake me up every 15 minutes to make sure I was okay. Let me tell you now, it is a big deal. The third time I overdosed, I slept through first and second period and passed out in the counselor’s office. I didn’t want to go to the ER. I just wanted to go home. All I wanted to do was sleep. Again, I just said, “I think I took too many pills this morning.” The fifth time I overdosed, my dad found the empty pill box. I hallucinated, I had a fever. I couldn’t move my legs. All I could do was scream, “Don’t take me to the hospital this time. I don’t want to go!” I became friends with a girl who had overdosed she’s one of my best friends now and when I heard she was hospitalized as well, it just makes me realize how real this problem is. A couple months ago, another friend of mine overdosed. Do you realize how fucked up it is, that I’ve done it so many times that I know the exact procedure that she’s going to go through? She messaged me saying, “I took a bunch of pills, but I just realized I didn’t want to die. I don’t know what to do. Help.” And I’m screaming at her over the screen that she should throw it up and call 911 because sometimes when someone you love decides that they hate the world, that’s all you can do. You can’t teleport through the phone. You can’t travel through the internet. You can’t be there to hold them and take them to the hospital. Your love is not charcoal that can absorb all their poison in their life. I know, love that you would have done all you could. Sometimes words aren’t enough. Sometimes love isn’t enough. Sometimes a person needs to try dying to know that that’s not really what they want. There’s nothing you could have done. You’ve done all you could. Just keep loving them. But you see the thing is, I got lucky. I’ve made it back from 5 overdoses without a scratch on me. But that’s not always the case. My favorite teacher’s stepdaughter locked herself in her room and overdosed. To this day, her stepmother still has a scar on her heart. To this day, on the anniversary of her death, her stepmother still stays home from school on the anniversary of her death. Her sister is in a bad mental state, and so is her biological mother. Her family has fallen apart. You overdose because you think you will get a peaceful release from death. It’s not peaceful. It is not like falling asleep. It is convulsions, vomiting, muscle spasms, fevers, and sharp stomach pains. An overdose is not instant. Hollywood has you believing, that an overdose is how a lady should exit the world. As quiet as she came in, Peaceful and unnoticed. You will go out kicking and screaming and wishing you hadn’t taken them.

6:03 p.m. (I think I’m done overdosing)

Dedicated to Rae

(via hereislight)

mrs-kinkade reblogged

If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.

It has returned to my dash and I cannot fight the compulsion to reblog…

the patrick lobster appears only once in a thousand years, reblog for good luck

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quotemybooks

I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?

Candide by Voltaire (via quotemybooks)

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reallyuncomfortable

Depression isn’t drinking coffee and shaky hands holding a cigarette or writing poetry late at night. It’s not sleeping in cold winter mornings or a book store visit where you meet the love of your life and they somehow put the broken pieces back together with a smile. Depression is staying home all the time and sleeping for 4 days in a row. It’s greasy hair because you haven’t showered in a week. It’s not eating. It’s tear stained pillows and trash covering every inch of your room because the thought of cleaning it makes you feel sick. It’s a pill when you wake up. It’s like slow moving traffic in your brain you want so desperately to get out off it you wanna find the nearest exit but you’re stuck. It’s therapy every Wednesday. It’s telling your friends your busy when in reality you can’t handle the thought of leaving your bed. It’s a report card with all failing grades and trying to explain to your mom that you’ll do better next time when you both know that’s a lie.

Depression isn’t beautiful (via a-ghost-with-a-beating-heart)

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Depression does not always mean Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye Sometimes depression means Not getting out of bed for three days Because your feet refuse to believe That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor Sometimes depression means That summoning the willpower To go downstairs and do the laundry Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week Sometimes depression means Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours Because you cannot convince your body That it is capable of movement Sometimes depression means Not being able to write for weeks Because the only words you have to offer the world Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying Sometimes depression means That every single bone in your body aches But you have to keep going through the motions Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed Sometimes depression means Ignoring every phone call for an entire month Because yes, they have the right number But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore

by Hannah Nicole, NH (Teen Ink: November 2013 Issue)