wait I didn’t even realize that he was wearing colored contacts in the gta pic
the rich white boy is 100% scarier than the clown like honestly I’m not even making a white boy joke like this character is scaring me more than the damn clown
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Description of Image: Taken on a day where I was finally feeling good about myself.
In Recovery From: self-harm and EDNOS
#1 Reason To Recover: To prove to myself I can do it.
Why Did You Decide To Recover:
I decided to recover because I no longer want to harm myself, whether it’s mental, physical, or emotional. I want to show people that I’m not going to idly sit by and watch my world fall apart; I’m going to do something to change it.
Best Things About Recovery:
IFinally being able to turn that “I might” into an “I can AND will.” Being able to say “screw you” to my abuser and show him that I’m not afraid any more.
Hardest Part About Recovery:
The sometimes overwhelming fear that I’m going to be hurt again, and trying to change the negative thoughts that have plagued me since I was 14.
It’s okay to feel scared. It’s okay to have a moment of weakness. It doesn’t mean that you can’t do it; it’s just another step in proving to yourself you can. Recovering from anything takes time and patience, so don’t feel like you’ve failed if you can’t get it on the first try. Dust yourself off and try again.
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I submitted this two years ago, but everything still stands
This is what happens when you don’t separate your colors and whites.
my dryer is on fire. I better snap chat that shit
so for my art project we had to fake a death/murder. for mine I did someone who had jumped off a building. when I was laying down while the picture was being taken, 7 people came running up to me asking if I was okay and if I needed an ambulance etc. I’ve been suicidal for a very long time, and the thoughts of jumping off buildings and ending my life have gone through my mind a thousand times. But the fact that people actually stopped and came running over to see if I was alright made me see that people do care, strangers care. so many people looked and walked past, but these 7 people some how took these suicidal feelings away… weird huh? But the moral of this story is that people do care about you, even people who don’t know who you are.
if you don’t reblog this, fuck you
oh my god this is amazing
(Source: internetgirl666, via tacocore-)
parental figure: “sit like a lady”
my year 8 students had to do a budgeting activity pretending they were living out of home on $2000 a month and I find this written on there help I can’t fucking breathe
We had to do this and I was partnered with a boy whose parents are a scientist and a doctor. My family spawned the book: Top Drawer Villain - autobiography of a London criminal.
First of all, we had to choose where we would shop. He wanted to buy from Booths. “We are not buying from Booths," I snapped. "Get on Asda’s website right now." His face froze.
“A-Asda?" he whispered. "But that’s where… The Lower Classes shop.”
This was a good start.
We then had to decide on a menu. We started on breakfast. “Toast," he said.
“Toast," I said. "Great. Look, Asda has its own wholemeal—”
“Warburton’s thick-slice white bread. Nothing else. With olive oil.”
“You WHAT?" I choked. "You have olive oil, on your toast, in the morning?”
He frowned. “Who doesn’t?”
“Okay," I said, "but what will the children eat?”
He gaped at me. “The children? We have children?”
We continued. All was well until it came to what we would have on our sandwiches. We even sorted out the children’s lunch - they, of course, would get free school meals. “Yes," he agreed; "if we can’t even afford Bertolli then they can get school meals on the government.”
He asked what dressing we should have on our ham. “Nuh-uh," I said. "Can’t have ham. I’m vegetarian.”
“But I’m not.”
“Yes, but we’re married and we can only afford one sandwich filler so it has to be vege—”
“Of course we’re married! You’re devout Christian - how do you think I convinced you to have children?”
He shook his head, frowning. “Well I want ham. You’ll have to put back the washing powder - I need ham on my sandwiches.”
We continued. Finally, it was dinner. “Okay," he said, clearly thinking hard; "for dinner, we can have… Chicken nuggets and… Beans?”
“Vegetarian nuggets then. And beans.”
“We need vegetables. The children have to have a balanced diet.”
“You and your children!" he yelled, and the whole class looked around.
“They’re your children too!" I screamed back.
He leapt to his feet, shaking his head and looking distraught. “I don’t believe it - I don’t believe you! I wouldn’t have your children!”
“Please," I cried, standing up also. "Don’t—”
“I want a divorce!”
And he walked out of the classroom.
The teacher stood up and stared between me and the door through which he had vanished. “I’m sorry," I whispered, "but we couldn’t do it any more. There were just too many differences - I can’t live with someone who thinks champagne is a budget.”
I can’t wait to see this guy when he gets to university.
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Be the villain you were born to be. Stop waiting for someone to come along and corrupt you. Succumb to the darkness yourself.
This is surprisingly motivating.
The worst thing about Tumblr mobile though is you’ll open it up and see something really interesting at the top of your dash
then the app refreshes itself and it’s gone forever.