typical representation of people 1 week before finals.
typical representation of people 1 week before finals.
if anyone ever wants to really understand Britain and its people, to a deep spiritual level - all they have to do is watch Chicken Run.
This film is messed up to the highest degree.
That film traumatised me.
I’m a vegetarian.
"Me whole life just flashed before me eyes…it was really boring"
i loved this movie
Finished collaboration of another hot ass Strider provided by myself and mengelexemplar who did the sketch and lineart and left it to me for the coloring.
I had a lot of fun while putting many many hours into his for me unusual lineart, all the small details and color scheme itself!
The dotwork in the background killed me tho.
-> Lineart post
Scanned Version is going to come soon!
oh my god pls let us take a moment to appreciate this
[muffled careless whisper playing in the distance]
how the fuck
that one of the man on the train is actually from an old movie.
^ it still happened why to heckie would that make a difference
how the fuck
so i did one but i had my brother do it because my mom is cooking and my dad doesnt like hetalia
hes 12 btw
Learn to think about the mind before you let rage take the wheel.
Wait is this why the Nitrams are such chick-and-dude magnets
I UPLOADED THIS TO TINYPIC AND
what i see when my science teacher wants us to ‘assume no friction’ on a question
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 said 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:
You stupid motherfuckers, don’t you dare not reblog this. Because this deserves 100K notes more than pictures of your favourite gay couple or cute cats, and yet it has 243 notes. 243 fucking notes? Fuck that. Fucking signal boost this.
I wish she had seen this.
You could save a life tonight with just one reblog
My second try… not even a minute after I gave up, my brother came in to check on me… at the time, he was only 8 years old…
This get so much better after high school. You can do this. I am here for you. Any time of the day. I will give you my cell phone number so it’s easier. I want you here. If you feel you’re alone, you’re not. I’m here with you.
Today at lunch I was eating with my usual group in the girls change room, when my best friend got a text and just fucked screamed in sheer horror and misery, before bursting into hysterical sobbing, because one of her con friends had killed herself. I didn’t even know the girl who died, but I’m still upset. Trust me, no matter what you think, there are people who care and who would be horrified if you did that to yourself. Really, my friend was past the point of coherent thought, and all she could do was sob and repeatedly say that she just saw her in August, and that she was so amazing.
Seriously, even if you feel like you’re completely alone, there are still people that you’ve met and befriended on the internet, at cons, or anywhere else, and they would be miserable if you died. People do care for you. Please, if anyone needs to talk, I don’t give a fuck who you are, my inbox is open. Please, please, please don’t hurt yourself or try to commit suicide. Please get help.