Welcome to my room part 2 (Uniforms/pantry)
AND THAT IS HOW YOU USE AN EFFECTS PEDAL
I was gaping the entire song this is insane
Welcome to my room part 2 (Uniforms and Pantry)
Welcome to my Room. I am in the Navy and currently have no room mate or head mate (nobody in the room joined by the bathroom)
Welcome to my room part 3 (cleaning/bathroom supplies)
I had to watch that twice how could I not
WHAT MAGNIFICENT MUSIC IS THIS
I didn’t want it to end.
HOLY. SHIT,
I haven’t seen this in years!! This is up there with Tom Holland’s Umbrella and the 2 adorable dudes lip syncing to Grease in a parking lot with the amount of joy they bring me.
To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.
Reblog this when it’s on your dash. You will save someone’s life.
This^^ Really guys, if you need anyone to talk to? I’m here for you!! No one should kill them selves, even when you think it’s your only option. It’s not and it should never be an option.❤️
Vlad… probably (if this guy is Vlad the Impaler, though I wouldn’t put it past him regardless.) 🤣
I needed this.
Thank you to all the people who posted this so I ended up seeing it. I really needed this right now. Thank you!
Yeah… Not gonna lie… I cried…
We need more people like this
Goddamn it stop making me feel human
The therapist I wanna be.
Text in the image:
“I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.”
I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide. I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.
I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.
But still here you are: you’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”
How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: trapped for years behind enemy lines. Your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.
And you’re still just going, “GIVE ME A STICK. I’M NOT DYING OUT HERE.”
“A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.
With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.
All I’m doing is handing out sticks.
You’re the one saying alive.
I legit cried at this. I’ve needed to hear it put this way. Bless this post.
Every time I see this post I stop to read the whole image. It always helps — even on the good days.
Because it wasn’t weakness. It wasn’t shameful to seek help. It wasn’t pathetic to “cry for help”. I was looking for a stick, be that from myself or from someone else. I was trying to find a way out. I was trying to heal myself.
this is fuckin incredible.
I’m sorry if I repost to many of these, but if it could be someone’s “stick” then it’s worth it
Full and finished short-story of the black cat.
Please have a heart for black pets in general, animals do not deserve this kind of hostility.
Please give credit when reposting, Thank you
:)
im fucking bawling thanks for that
Nooo my heartttt
My fucking heart omfg
I only saw the first half and it still makes me cry but at least there’s some happy in it too now.
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