Don't kill yourself, please.
If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.
If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.
If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.
If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.
Read more »This is the pink rabbit of happiness. If your story has subject matter that you’re wholly uncomfortable with writing for any reason, the pink rabbit steals the prompt and replaces it with “Write a short story about a pink rabbit”[AN: The whole point of challenges is that I find my boundaries and ways to wriggle around them :D Image shows a pink, plush rabbit toy with floppy ears and a bow around its neck]
There’s all kinds of
Please wait for the story. I promise it’s cool
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This is the pink rabbit of happiness. If your story has subject matter that you’re wholly uncomfortable with writing for any reason, the pink rabbit steals the prompt and replaces it with “Write a short story about a pink rabbit”
[AN: The whole point of challenges is that I find my boundaries and ways to wriggle around them :D Image shows a pink, plush rabbit toy with floppy ears and a bow around its neck]
There’s all kinds of damaged
Read more »Read more »i’m kind of freaking out right now. my cat mordechai is sick and i don’t know what’s wrong with him. i can afford to take him to the vet, but i won’t have enough left over for rent because i’m still looking for a new job. i hate having to beg like this, but if you can spare anything i would appreciate it so much. my paypal is evlyn.crowder@gmail.com
I’m not even sorry.
Merry Christmas!
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Human sweat is so acidic, it can corrode metals. By micrometers and over years, but still
Something there is, an ancient poet wrote, that does not like a wall. The poem was about the forces of entropy versus cogniscent-made structures, but Rael knew for a fact that that ‘something’ also pertained to humans.
They were practically a force of entropy on their own.
Case in point: Shayde.
Not only was she obviously isolated from current societal norms, but she had a large
Read more »Something’s gone wrong with our phones again and life sucks.
Please reblog/talk about my books for me?
Read more »Read more »Im setting my suicide date as January 13 2015 (my birthday)
Since my friend doesnt have a tumblr account, she says for every like (note) and reblog this gets i have to extend it a day. Please i know nobody is going to reblog or like this.
Never stop reblogging ever
“Didn’t anybody tell you that when you are in a hole of your own making, Don’t keep digging.”
Hwell called it a ‘fox hole’, but its dimensions were closer to that of an elephant. And it was now very deep, because the native pests had a long reach that went along with their fear of falling.
It was past dawn. They were gone, now.
“We’re in a hole,” said Hwell. “Um. Too wide to climb out. Loose soil,
Read more »Read more »Men: Don’t look like a trash can
Women: “Look pretty enough to show you’re a woman” because the only thing that matters to be a woman is to be beautiful, also “covered enough to look like a lady” because showing your shoulder will make every man in the audience simaltaneously ejaculate and it will be a big mess. Also if someone stares at your tits and not your face, it’s your fault and you should be ashamed
STAR TREKKER
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Is it bird! Is it a plane. No it’s a Plot Bunny!
[AN: This story hails all the way back to story #298 in the first One Year of Instants. Buy your copy now!]
When she first saw Walter, she mistook him for a hobo and pretended she didn’t see him.
Their second meeting was even less auspicious. Her landlord hired her to serve him a writ about the smell. She found him in the middle of a nest of
Read more »Read more »Sir Terry Pratchett awakens. A skeleton stands at his bedside, wearing a long black robe. He sits up. “Well, hang on, let me get my hat,” he tells it.
The skeleton reaches into its robe. From abyssal depths it produces a heavy book bound in sheets of lead and night. It is the kind of book that gets stolen by a rugged adventurer from a temple with more spike-traps than the average house of worship contains. It is the kind of
Read more »I’m just here to remind you that everything that is happening in Ferguson right now is because of the residents and activists in Ferguson that have spent 215 days protesting. I’m also here to remind you that Black people have led this movement. And for this reason, we will never allow anyone to force a white savior narrative on us. We are perfectly capable of freeing ourselves and speaking to our own experiences, we don’t need anyone doing