|—||Michael Cunningham (via observando)|
R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit
|—||Mandy Hale (via seulray)|
mom: did you get your grades back?
mom: really? cause your teacher called.
I had my boyfriend who smokes use matches for a few days instead of a lighter and record the date and time and whatever he was thinking about while smoking.
It’s funny that he quit smoking a few weeks after this project.
this is really fuckin cool
I think my favorite part about this, is how much longer he let the one with “death” written on it burn.
thinkin bout drake.. wonderin what he up to. hope he ok
Me (located in Iceland) and my friend (located in New Zealand) made the biggest sandwich of all time.
Hi fellow human being, I don’t know you, but you seem really sad. It’s okay, I’m sad too. The way you phrased this message makes me feel like you are getting some enjoyment and maybe a sense of power and control by being anonymous, and I hope it brings a little joy to your day.
I’m not getting a bunny right now, and I’m not working. I’m fighting to stay alive, but I’m not physically ill. I was traumatized when I was a child. My brother passed away when he was 19 and I was 9. He was my only sibling. Then my dad got really sad. He told me all about it when I was 11 years old. Made numerous suicide attempts in my presence and got addicted to heroin. I spent a good amount of time from age 11 to age 18 trying to keep him from dying. Then, when I was 18 he died from liver cancer.
So I got a style blog, posted photos of myself. It was really fun for me for a few years. I didn’t really deal with anything that happened to me. Somehow, I made it through art school. Then, I lost interest in everything I loved. Now, I take a large dose of benzodiazepines every day and try really hard to avoid tall buildings because I always think about how lovely it would be to make the sadness go away.
I walk around in this cloud of anti-anxiety medication and don’t know what’s going on around me half the time, but it keeps me from making impulsive decisions. So, to answer your question, what I do all day is fight to find the will to keep going. And I’m actually doing really well so far because I’m alive.
I hope you find peace in your life.
"What’s your greatest struggle right now?"
"Hitting a kick flip."
"Getting my average past 90."
"Getting some vagina."
This show is amazing