1. stars-in-constellations: theironyofchokingonbandmembers: hungerkunst: existentialist-bitch: Wow. I didn’t like macklemore and then I saw this and completely changed my mind. Macklemore you are amazing. why would you not like macklemore in the first place? the guy writes songs about equality and things that matter  woah

    stars-in-constellations:

    theironyofchokingonbandmembers:

    hungerkunst:

    existentialist-bitch:

    Wow. I didn’t like macklemore and then I saw this and completely changed my mind.

    Macklemore you are amazing.

    why would you not like macklemore in the first place? the guy writes songs about equality and things that matter 

    woah

  2. 667darkavenue:

    Reblog this if you’re a part of the A Series of Unfortunate Events fandom, so we can let everyone know that we actually do exist.

  3. someone-s-a-v-e-me: thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg: It’s been a few hours, you’ve just been hanging there. You’ve been quiet, too quiet. Usually there’s music playing, or your foot steps could be heard. But today, you’re quiet. Your little sister, who doesn’t normally come to greet you because you lock yourself away, decides to see what you’re doing. She assumes you’re taking a nap, or doing some homework quietly. She runs up the stairs, eager to see, but she comes to an immediate halt. You’re not doing your homework, nor taking a nap. Your music isn’t playing and you aren’t walking around. You’re hanging there, completely still, now just like her. At this moment, her whole world shatters. Everything she has ever known, looked up to, loved, is hanging there by a thread. At this moment, her life has been changed forever. At this moment, she wishes she was hanging with you. Before you decide to take your life, imagine who will find you. Imagine them walking into a room, and seeing you just hanging there. Whether it be your little sister, little brother, mother father, grandparents, a friend. Imagine what will happen when they find you. No, they will not say “Finally, they’re gone.” No, they will not say “I’m happy they did that.” No, they will not say “I never loved them anyways.” They will die. Their hearts will break. They will hurt, more than you ever could. They will cry, scream, and break down. They’ll believe it’s all just a dream, praying to wake up. Except, they won’t feel that for a few seconds, or a few days, not weeks, nor months. They will feel that until the day they die. Everyday will be hell. They’ll think of you ever second. They’ll hate themselves for not being able to help or save you. They’ll wish they could die too. They’ll want to give up, just to be with you. They won’t be ever be happy again. They won’t smile. They won’t go back to their daily routine. They’ll die every time they walk past your room, or see a picture of you, or think of a memory with you. They’ll think, but stay quiet. They’ll visit your grave, feeling a knife go through their chest every time. And every morning when they wake up, no matter how long it’s been, they’ll wake up to thinking they’ll see you, only to be let down once again. And every night, they will cry themselves to sleep, because even though they refuse to admit it, know you’re gone forever. Before you decide to take your life, think of your family, burying you. Yes, your own mother and father are planning your funeral. It’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. They’ll have to call the cops, sign a death certificate, pick out clothing, buy a tomb stone, a casket, pick out flower arrangements, and more; All for their child’s funeral. The morning of your funeral, everyone who loves you is wearing black. Tears are streaming down their face, while their heart is breaking. Everyone who you thought didn’t need you, or didn’t care, are waiting in line to see you. They aren’t waiting in line at a party, or a graduation, or at a wedding reception. They’re waiting to see you, hands folded, lifeless, in a casket. Before you decide to take your life, think of everyone you will be hurting. Don’t you dare say no one, because absolutely everyone will be affected. Your grandparents, won’t have a grandchild anymore. Your parents, won’t have a child anymore. Your brother or sister, won’t have a sibling anymore. Your pet, won’t have an owner anymore. That person you sit next to in class, won’t feel your presence anymore. Your teacher, won’t have a student anymore. That time your grandparents told you no, will haunt them forever, thinking it is their fault, that you are now dead. That time your parents yelled at you, will haunt them forever, thinking if they didn’t yell at you, you would still be here. That time your sibling said they hated you, will hate themselves, because they believe you would still be alive if they said they loved you instead. Those kids who made you feel bad, will wish they were dead too, because if they just smiled at you instead, you would be here. That teacher that you didn’t meet her expectations, will feel like a failure, because you would still be here, if she believed in you. Everyone, who has ever been in your presence, will hurt, because if they showed you they cared, you would still be here. Before you decide to take your life, think. Don’t just think of yourself, think of the consequences for everyone else. No one’s life will be the same again. That person who God made specially for you, won’t have you. That happiness that was waiting for you, will never show again. Before you decide to take your life, realize that you may be ending your pain, but you’ll be starting a lifetime of everyone elses.  If you are feeling alone, and think that suicide is the only way out: My ask is open, and I’m always here. I’ll never judge you. I’ll try to help you. If you are thinking of taking your life, call: 1-800-784-2433 1-800-SUICIDE  In the United Kingdom, call the Samaritans: 08457 90 90 90 

    someone-s-a-v-e-me:

    thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg:

    It’s been a few hours, you’ve just been hanging there. You’ve been quiet, too quiet. Usually there’s music playing, or your foot steps could be heard. But today, you’re quiet. Your little sister, who doesn’t normally come to greet you because you lock yourself away, decides to see what you’re doing. She assumes you’re taking a nap, or doing some homework quietly. She runs up the stairs, eager to see, but she comes to an immediate halt. You’re not doing your homework, nor taking a nap. Your music isn’t playing and you aren’t walking around. You’re hanging there, completely still, now just like her. At this moment, her whole world shatters. Everything she has ever known, looked up to, loved, is hanging there by a thread. At this moment, her life has been changed forever. At this moment, she wishes she was hanging with you.

    Before you decide to take your life, imagine who will find you. Imagine them walking into a room, and seeing you just hanging there. Whether it be your little sister, little brother, mother father, grandparents, a friend. Imagine what will happen when they find you. No, they will not say “Finally, they’re gone.” No, they will not say “I’m happy they did that.” No, they will not say “I never loved them anyways.” They will die. Their hearts will break. They will hurt, more than you ever could. They will cry, scream, and break down. They’ll believe it’s all just a dream, praying to wake up. Except, they won’t feel that for a few seconds, or a few days, not weeks, nor months. They will feel that until the day they die. Everyday will be hell. They’ll think of you ever second. They’ll hate themselves for not being able to help or save you. They’ll wish they could die too. They’ll want to give up, just to be with you. They won’t be ever be happy again. They won’t smile. They won’t go back to their daily routine. They’ll die every time they walk past your room, or see a picture of you, or think of a memory with you. They’ll think, but stay quiet. They’ll visit your grave, feeling a knife go through their chest every time. And every morning when they wake up, no matter how long it’s been, they’ll wake up to thinking they’ll see you, only to be let down once again. And every night, they will cry themselves to sleep, because even though they refuse to admit it, know you’re gone forever.

    Before you decide to take your life, think of your family, burying you. Yes, your own mother and father are planning your funeral. It’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. They’ll have to call the cops, sign a death certificate, pick out clothing, buy a tomb stone, a casket, pick out flower arrangements, and more; All for their child’s funeral. The morning of your funeral, everyone who loves you is wearing black. Tears are streaming down their face, while their heart is breaking. Everyone who you thought didn’t need you, or didn’t care, are waiting in line to see you. They aren’t waiting in line at a party, or a graduation, or at a wedding reception. They’re waiting to see you, hands folded, lifeless, in a casket.

    Before you decide to take your life, think of everyone you will be hurting. Don’t you dare say no one, because absolutely everyone will be affected. Your grandparents, won’t have a grandchild anymore. Your parents, won’t have a child anymore. Your brother or sister, won’t have a sibling anymore. Your pet, won’t have an owner anymore. That person you sit next to in class, won’t feel your presence anymore. Your teacher, won’t have a student anymore. That time your grandparents told you no, will haunt them forever, thinking it is their fault, that you are now dead. That time your parents yelled at you, will haunt them forever, thinking if they didn’t yell at you, you would still be here. That time your sibling said they hated you, will hate themselves, because they believe you would still be alive if they said they loved you instead. Those kids who made you feel bad, will wish they were dead too, because if they just smiled at you instead, you would be here. That teacher that you didn’t meet her expectations, will feel like a failure, because you would still be here, if she believed in you. Everyone, who has ever been in your presence, will hurt, because if they showed you they cared, you would still be here.

    Before you decide to take your life, think. Don’t just think of yourself, think of the consequences for everyone else. No one’s life will be the same again. That person who God made specially for you, won’t have you. That happiness that was waiting for you, will never show again. Before you decide to take your life, realize that you may be ending your pain, but you’ll be starting a lifetime of everyone elses. 

    If you are feeling alone, and think that suicide is the only way out:

    My ask is open, and I’m always here. I’ll never judge you. I’ll try to help you.

    If you are thinking of taking your life, call:

    1-800-784-2433

    1-800-SUICIDE

     In the United Kingdom, call the Samaritans: 08457 90 90 90 

  4. my-twisted-fantasie: i-might-maybejust-keepyou: - When? on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/61000283/via/_M_J_B_ (via TumbleOn) this…ohmygod….

    my-twisted-fantasie:

    i-might-maybejust-keepyou:

    - When? on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/61000283/via/_M_J_B_

    (via

    this…ohmygod….

  5. Reblog if you follow back.

    Reblog, & watch your followers grow.

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  6. missed-0pportunitties:

    decimomarchingband:

    squat-for-peanutbutter:

    gotpeanutbutter:

    nightmarish-argonian:

    tastes-of-decay:

    ingrandomina-geek:

    i-was-so-alone-i-owe-you-so-much:

    I’m not even gonna blank out these peoples names because I’m so discussed by their comments.

    image

    ’ if you cut yourself your a freak and don’t deserve to live.’

    This needs so many more notes.

    I will never not reblog this

    I think she’s beautiful

    i’ve reblogged her once before and now i feel the need to do it again because the true and ugly face of humans have yet again showed itself to be every bit of a fucking cunt it’s always been. this girl is a survivor and a fighter and every single one of those pathetic so-called human beings that believe that they’re so good and all-knowing is the kind of people who kill survivors and fighters. depression, self-hatred and apathy isn’t a choice. self-harm isn’t something you choose. it’s the little voice in your head that makes you do it. and that voice is the extract of the hundreds and yet hundreds of voices and words that you’ve heard in your life, speaking your every flaw to your face. i don’t wish that on anyone but those whom haven’t experienced it just cannot understand for two shits and that makes it even harder to cope.

    I seriously don’t get people some times, these comments make me sick… like she obviously has gone through issues, she’s a fighter but most importantly she’s ALIVE and yet people are trying to tear her down. I hope she’s better and hasn’t seen those cruel comments. And if you have, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL and I LOVE YOU. But honestly this shit is just uncalled for and not to mention all these people are completely ignorant cunts. 

    I think it sick I’m living with you all on this Earth. You all make me sick. She’s beautiful no matter what. Stay strong!

    she BEAUTIFUL, and so couragious! i mean WOW, i cant even wear shorts without crying with fear

  7. reblog if you want anonymous opinions of you

  8.

    yeah-see-im-clever:

    thefogofwar:

    ecclesium:

    mishamallow:

    image

    i knew what this was going to be before i pressed play

    son of a

    Son of a Misha Collins.

    Seriously, what did you expect.

    i just died

  9. untillmyveinsareempty: I just wanna say to anyone who’s going through this shit, cutting is not the answer. I’ve harmed myself in the past too hoping it would help me get through, but it never works, it always comes back 2x as hard. Trust me - talking to a friend, just letting it out, helps more than you can imagine. You may think there’s no point ‘cause no one can help you but it doesn’t matter - just getting it out of your head and into the world changes everything. That, and music, hopefully ours as well. If you ever feel like cutting, go listen to Sempiternal, listen to the lyrics. We feel the same. Oh baby you don’t know how many times you saved my life

    untillmyveinsareempty:

    I just wanna say to anyone who’s going through this shit, cutting is not the answer. I’ve harmed myself in the past too hoping it would help me get through, but it never works, it always comes back 2x as hard. Trust me - talking to a friend, just letting it out, helps more than you can imagine. You may think there’s no point ‘cause no one can help you but it doesn’t matter - just getting it out of your head and into the world changes everything. That, and music, hopefully ours as well. If you ever feel like cutting, go listen to Sempiternal, listen to the lyrics. We feel the same.

    Oh baby you don’t know how many times you saved my life

  10. tiffistheshiz:

    hamburgay:

    hamburgay:

    Who needs a boyfriend when I have a can of Pringles

    I meant this as in having food NOT USING THE PRINGLES CAN AS A DILDO

    i actually was worried there for a minute

    i figured it was for the food…awkwarddddddddddd