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this is my blog
i can literally post anything i want here
i can post fandom
and then selfies
and then bands
and then sweets
and then sceneries
and then depression related things
and then porn
and the fandom again
i can post pics of my dog taking a crap if i want to and you can go fuck yourself thank you
Think of it this way…
The Avengers are every person you see in high school.
The shy nerd
The asshole you just can’t hate
The hot foreign guy
The quiet guy who’s always playing guitar and probably smoking something
His bitchy/bad ass girlfriend (depending on if she likes you or not)
The emo kid that somehow gets all the chicks
And that one cheerleader that EVERYONE knows has a hard-on for the athlete
Somebody should tell Steven Moffat that interviews aren’t to explain gaps in an episode or clever plot twists, that’s what the episode is for.
it’s the ‘PLS RESPOND’ that gets me
The many names of the Eleventh Doctor.
Have you recently thought about killing yourself?
Have you tried lately to convince yourself that your death might not be such a burden to those around you?
Have you tried to convince yourself that your best friend will get over it in a couple of months?
Let me please tell you a story.
A few days ago we had a special session with our school counselor.
We were all sitting in a circle, having to answer a question from our partner, so she agreed to answer one, too.
After giving it some serious thinking, we agreed to ask her what is the thing she regrets most in her life and what would she change if she could change anything that has ever happened to her.
After looking down for a few moments, she raised her head and said quietly “When I was in highschool, my best friend committed suicide. It’s the thing I regret most. She should’ve stayed way more with me. Us. I should’ve stopped it. ” and the whole class went quiet for a bit.
Now let me tell you something.
My school counselor is close to retirement. She is somewhere around 60, she has three kids, some grandkids, a lovely family, a nice career. She has lived her life. She could have changed anything, from failed relationships, arguments in her family, choices her children did, her own career choices, but still, the thing she regrets most is not being there for her friend. Yes, she may have lived her life. But she never moved on. After 40 years, her friend still passes her mind every time someone talks about regrets.
So do you still think your friends will forget?
Do you still think you don’t matter?
Yes, your friends may go on. They will live their lives. But they will never be themselves again.
They will forever remember you. They will forever suffer after you.
Whatever happy moment they will be enjoying, it will never, ever be 100% true, because you will not be there for them to share it with you.
You are important. You matter. Please don’t do this to yourself. To your friends. To your family. To me.
You can do it.
I AM SO DONE WITH PEOPLE CALLING A TRILBY A FEDORA!
A Fedora is classy as fuck. The Trilby is like it’s douchey younger cousin that is easier to get a hold of but still looks okay if you wear it with the right fucking outfit .
You have been educated.
Best Tweet of the Year Award goes to…
The moment when Sam legit questioned if he’d gotten out of hell.