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Reblog this if you've had suicidal thoughts or have experienced depression and you're not even 18 yet.
Just a little experiment.
Too many fuckin notes..
first suicidal thoughts at 11 years old…
hiddenbehindscars: dave-vriska: glasmond: But sweetheart, you...
But sweetheart, you did not end this comic.
Here, let me help you.
The love (as well as the hate) you give will always come back to you at some point in your life.
Believe me, I know exactly what I am talking about.THAT IS THE CUTEST RESPONSE TO THIS EVER AND IT MADE ME TEARY EYED
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Wow amazing c':
toolatetobefixed: The other day my friend drew stitches on all...
The other day my friend drew stitches on all my visible scars and told me that like stitches, he was going to help me heal.
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aygun123: fuer-immer-liebe: scarredwristsandrazorblades: unwor...
33,363 notes, well done society
57,307 funny….. You guys are all beautiful
68,507 is too big :(
74,403 think completely wrong about their selves
92, 082 no guys stop :(
125.387 People reblogged this, but i can't even find one ugly person
this has WAY too many fucking notes
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obcidi: desolve: It will take just 37 seconds to read this and...
It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .'
The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.True story or not, this has to be my favorite text post on tumblr
tardisandfeathered: dream-yourself-free: I reblog this every...
I reblog this every time it comes up on my dashboard, not because it is a "rule" but because every time I see it the love and sincerity on her face hit me all over again and I think everyone deserves to see that.
And THIS is why I adore Catherine Tate. She's loud and brash but in quieter moments… her soul comes shining through and it makes everything about her so much more beautiful.
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