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                             And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely!
                                     In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen.
             And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night!
                         Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain!
                                           Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning!
                                         Stronger than the foundations of the earth.
                                                  All shall love me and despair!

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You all need to stop tagging me in Hayley Atwell photoshoot posts, I legit have to take breaks and stop being on internet for a few minutes to compose myself every time. My roommates are wondering why I come into the living room every hour, walk in circles, smoke a cigarette and come back to my room without a word. They are worried.

Oh god. I’ve never had to make a post like this before, and I’m so very sorry that I am now, but….I don’t know if I can just stand by and let this happen to my family. I need to help out somehow. So here goes. The short version of this story is, if my parents don’t come up with enough money to start paying our raised mortgage by the end of this year, we’re going to have to sell our house. It’s expensive to live in the area that we live in, and both of them work in this town: moving would cost them their jobs. We can’t afford that.

The long version? We don’t have a high enough income to pay property taxes as well as our mortgage. We haven’t for several years, now, and we were getting along fine until the bank found out. They paid the taxes for us—but they want us to pay them back. So instead of just flat-out giving us an amount that we owe, they’re raising our mortgage $4000 higher. It goes into effect in October. We can’t afford to pay that. My dad tried talking to the bank and asked if it could be just spread out across our current mortgage—but they said no. Then he and my mom went to one of the financial help places in our neighborhood and asked them to help us out—but about an hour ago they called my mom and told her that because of some outstanding credit card debt that we have from a while ago, they can’t provide any assistance. My dad, while he has a sort-of job, doesn’t consistently make enough money to keep us afloat on his own—he doesn’t have any type of insurance that goes along with a regular job. My mom is an assistant teacher, so she doesn’t make a lot either—she’s pretty much still in the same boat with my dad. Somehow, I’m still going to college, but we are struggling. Truly. I hate doing this; I hate asking you all to do this, but we just…we need help. I don’t want to sit by while my parents try and find a way out of this hole they’ve ended up digging for themselves.

I set up a paypal account for this purpose alone. There’s a button in my updates tab. If all of my followers donated $1, we would be immensely less stressed. If you can’t donate—and I know that’s the case for a lot of you, and I completely understand that—please at least signal boost this. Again, I’m sorry that I have to clog up your dashes by making this post. But…thank you. I love you.

UPDATE: thank you guys so much. like, seriously. from the bottom of my heart. i was in tears earlier seeing the support this got; you are all such good, beautiful people. unfortunately, when i posted this, i messed up the link, so it expired—my email is zorachjasmine@gmail.com, though, and i don’t think you need to put in anything else in terms of information? i’m so serious when i say that you are saving my life doing this. thank you thank you thank you. i love you.

Today is March 4, 2015.

Trigger Warning: the following deals with the topic of mental illnesses such as depression, anxiety, suicide, and self harm.

you dont have to read this. its more of a personal note than anything. but i think i owe it to myself to write it. 

Today is March 4, 2015.

Today is the one year anniversary of what might have been the last day of my life. one year ago today i made what could have been the biggest mistake i would ever make. one year ago today, i attempted suicide and very nearly died.

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OBVIOUSLY fnaf 3 is just an allegory for the EVILS of the legalization of marijuana……………………….. heres how

  • the stoner phone dude (reperesting evil stoner s) makes a Big Mistakey by doin all this shit like!! dont?? and you do those when you smoke weed
  • the ventilation allowing the fresh circulation can cut out leaving you to your own devices fighting the evil weed stonk…
  • said stonk causes EVIL HALLUCINATIONS that cause you to trip fuckin HARD!!! and they fuk you up.  just like The Real Wed
  • and when you smoke the weed  and trip too hard sirens blare and the giant killer rabbit gets you. this happens when u smoke weed in real life. i have seen this happen

in conclution, dont’ smoke the devil’s grass children!!!!!!! instead enjoy some nice The Bible

*aggressively ignores my roommate and her friend*

I get so fucking mad when someone who’s muslim is like “I’m getting sick of everyone thinking I’m a terrorist” and some fucking douche has to make a comment like “Yeah well I’m sick of muslims killing-” like no just shut the fuck up. You have no idea what innocent muslims have to go through every fucking day because douchenozzles like you associate every fucking muslim with terrorism. So shut the fuck up you utter piece of shit.

I would much rather have someone straight up tell me they don’t want to talk instead of constantly checking my phone to see if there are any messages at all„,