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im a worthless piece of shit who collects tarantulas and likes pepsi too much. i also take great pleasure in sitting on my ass playing ps1 and gamecube games and making aesthetic memes.
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i’ll take my chance with aliens before i mess w/ whatever is at the bottom of the ocean
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a President accidentally makes a new law that anyone shorter than him gets executed but he accidentally makes it an amendment to the constitution so it applies to future presidents too, in the next elections theres a frenzy of people voting for the shortest president so they dont die and this is how they end up electing a 3 foot tall man named Pinwheel Patrick who goes on to become the most tyrannical dictator the world has ever seen
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The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.
I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.
The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.
The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.
The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.
The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.
Meggie Royer (via deepinsidenothingsfine)
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Explaining a disorder to someone who doesn't have it.
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the point is that I was sick. I was sticking a toothbrush down my throat to dispose of extra calories, then I’d slice my wrists in shame because I had no self control. I went to sleep 2 hours before school started and the bags underneath my eyes were getting so dark that I had to cover them up with concealer. I shook all the time and constantly had panic attacks. I wore nothing but an ugly orange sweater all the time. Even when it was 70°+ out. I was sick. But because my grades never slipped, I always smiled, and didn’t cause trouble they told me it was “just a phase” Even though the night before I almost swallowed 2 bottles of Advil.
“The thing about looking fine vs. Being fine” (via alittle-hopeless)
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I am honestly so proud of the kids in this generation and how much more accepting and aware they are of everything around them than their parents and grandparents were. If anyone is going to change the world, it will be them.
#and fuck all the old people who bitch about snapchat and gay marriage#be yourself#i love you#tumblr#change#lgbtq#transgender#equality#feminism#change the world#this generation#teens today#kids these days#stuff#im proud of you
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