kaminas-spirit:

lolshtus:

Lions Save Kidnapped Girl

if lions are coming to rescue someone, you have to know what you’re doing is wrong. you know, in that moment before you’re torn in to tiny little pieces by said lions 

kaminas-spirit:

lolshtus:

Lions Save Kidnapped Girl

if lions are coming to rescue someone, you have to know what you’re doing is wrong. you know, in that moment before you’re torn in to tiny little pieces by said lions 

(via superherocapturedbydemons)

deadbyshawn:

deadbyshawn:

appreciate brown eyes more bc the people with brown eyes are grown up forcing to believe fuckin blue and green and grey are beautiful and either detest or get incredibly happy when someone compliments their eye color stop letting this happen

there are people with brown eyes reblogging this and theyre talking about still being sad with their eye color and this is exactly why we need hype about brown eyes

(via sweetcreativeexploration)

marauders4evr:

It’s just a flesh wound.

The single greatest scene in cinematic history.

(via redon-q-less)

Maybe you should care more about your mental health than a new car.

My life is made up of ‘I’m sorry’. I feel like I have to apologize to people, to things, to life itself. It’s like, ‘I’m sorry to be here’. I don’t want to disturb anyone.

Yohji Yamamoto (via wordsthat-speak)

(via sweetcreativeexploration)

"Its okay.. its gonna be okay…" I keep telling myself over and over as I sit clutching my knees to my chest rocking back and forth in my chair. The warm brown eyes of my pup never leave me as he watches from the floor. Every thought breaks my breaths half way out of my chest as sweat trickles down the back of my neck. "Someone wants you here. You aren’t alone.." I whisper to myself, trying to make myself believe the truth even as I deny it in my mind. I feel my heart begin to race as my breathing quickens and I wonder if I care enough to slow it down.
“Sweetheart you have to slow your breathing down for me.. you have to breathe.” Her voice echoes in the back of my mind, while another tries to yell over hers.
“She’s going to leave and you know it. They all leave. You have ruined every part of your life. Congratulations. You can officially be called a major fuck up. Should I call you major fuck up? Oh wait. You aren’t even a private. You didn’t make it in the military remember?”
“Stop it.. stop it.. go away.. I don’t believe you..” I stutter out, no one hears my cries as no one hears their voices.
“You know you want it.”
“No.. no.. I don’t…”
“Oh come on. It was your idea. Get the belt. Let’s do this.” I cover my ears as if that would stop her voice from speaking again. Tears running in a steady stream down my face, I reach for my belt with shaking hands. What’s the point anymore? I’ve ruined it all. I quickly turn to my phone and try to call someone.. anyone.. the line rings..and rings. No answer. I try another.. again. No answer. In vain I try one last time. Again. No answer. Crying significantly harder now, I wonder if Elianna would be happy to see me. If after two long years I could finally see her face again. I shudder with hate.. how could I think such things? I promised I wouldn’t. And yet.. why am I even here? I’ve isolated myself again. With no friends, a family that ignores me, and a job I’m about to lose. Wait no. That’s wrong.. it can’t be right.. I have people that love me.. my chosen family. They are still there….right? And you know momma still loves you.. she’s just busy at work. And you’re losing your job because you just earned another one. Don’t be silly. You have Fred, he still hasn’t taken his eyes off you. Look at what you still have, not at what you’ve lost. Focus. You are still needed. And yet.. all I can think of, is tying this belt around my throat and hanging myself in that door frame. “Stop it. Stop. Stop. Stop.” I whisper to myself as the breaths are becoming harder to take.
“Just let me take over. You won’t regret it.”
“How could I regret it.. you won’t let me live long enough..”
“That’s my point. Let me win. You know you just want to give up. Kayla wants to see you.”
“Leave her out of this…”
“Why? You want to see her. She’s the whole reason I’m even here. Lost your nutter when she offed yourself didn’t you? Of course there wasn’t much there to begin with. Kinda sad Elizabeth didn’t off you.”
“Stop..”
“Make me.” My breathing is shallow, almost nonexistent. My heart has slowed further than it should have, as the panic attack breaks me apart. I will myself to keep breathing, to keep myself alive. My vision is dark around the edges and I hate myself for giving in. I slowly grip the knife in front of me as I beg myself not to.. and yet.. its what I want. All that I crave.
“Sweetheart..you have to breathe.. for me.. do it for me.. please.. you have to be okay.” I hear her voice, a mere whisper. I open my eyes and search through the near black room in hopes she’s close. When my eyes come up empty, I squeeze my fist tighter around the handle of the blade.
“You aren’t real..you would’ve taken this away..” I hear another echo of her voice and I can’t take it any longer. The pain in my chest explodes, the room goes pitch black, my breathing stops, a knife clatters to the floor, as my body falls limp in the chair.

The problem with depression is

mermaidsandearthquakes:

hanjelia:

lifeaccordingtohan:

-You know you’ll be ok, but you still feel awful.
-You know people love you, but it doesn’t feel like they do.
-You know doing something will make you feel better, but you just don’t know how to.
-You want to be well, but you just can’t seem to get there.

SOMEONE SAID IT

Fucking this.

loki-has-a-tardis:

This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.

loki-has-a-tardis:

This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.

(via mermaidsandearthquakes)