Reblog if you’d care if I killed myself
i tried to scroll past this but that one reblog just might save somebodies life
forever reblog, whenever I see this
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Tracks
one time I was working at Dolly Parton’s water park as a photographer in the lazy river, and taking pictures and what not and I look up and see this very familiar black man floating in a tube toward me.
and it is Akon. So I’m like ‘hey Akon would you like a picture with your family today?’ He is all like ‘no thank you sweetie’ and I was all “well you have a good day, Akon”
he said you too and floated on.
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AW YEAH, my first giveaway! Only because I reached 100 followers! Thank you guys you’re all awesome <3
SOOOO, LET’S GO TO THE FUN PART!
WHAT YOU GET:
~ 1 tshirt of your choice from TopatoCo!
~ 1 hoodie of your choice from TopatoCo!
~ 1 captchalogue white board!
~ 1 glasses of your choice! (dirk/terezi/sollux/feferi)
RULES!
~ Theres no need to follow me, BUT if you do, instead of 1 of each thing you’ll get 3 OF EACH O: ~i’m rad right~ (doesnt apply to the white board, sorry i dont see why you need 3 white boards xD)
~ Reblog and likes count, but please don’t spam your followers!
~ Giveaway blogs are not accepted! I’ll check >:O
~ You need to have your ask box open, and be comfortable with giving me your address!
(i’m brazilian so you really dont have to worry heh, w/e)~ I’ll ship internationally!
~ Thats it! Have fun! Good luck! :D
{ GIVEAWAY ENDS IN MY BIRTHDAY, MAY 28th 2013 }
This is an old family picture.
My family does not support my being in the LGBTQIA community. They actually are opposed to it. They tell me every day that its disgusting and that it’s sinful and I’ll go to hell for liking women.
I moved out when I was seventeen, and in January I moved back in with them because I couldn’t handle everything that was going on. Every day one of my five siblings tells me to go back to Minnesota. My little brother Charlie (the black baby in the picture) is now 8 and he constantly physically attacks me and tells me that I’m not his sister and to leave. My other siblings make it very obvious and clear that they don’t want me here and my parents tell me constantly that they’re gonna kick me out soon.
I’ve been saving every penny for a bus ticket to Oregon to stay with my best friend and today I found this picture in my sisters’ room ON DISPLAY. Not hidden. On display. They cut my face out of the picture.And that… That was just the last straw.
I don’t care if anyone reblogs this or whatever, I don’t wanna get popular, I just want people to know that this is not what a family looks like. This is not something people should have to go through.This is no life.
I wouldn’t worry about Yahoo purchasing Tumblr because I know the staff would NEVER compromise the quality of the websi— AHAHAHAHAHA
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Yes, false rape accusations happen. Run the protocol anyway. I’ve heard that perhaps the military has the highest number of ‘em. True or not, RUN THE PROTOCOL ANYWAY. Because in 15 years of investigating rape accusations, I can count those that panned out as false on one hand. Meanwhile, the one time I almost skipped the protocol, the one time I almost didn’t believe a petty officer, because I was naive as an investigator and a young woman, because her commanding officer described her as “a party girl, always late, always out drinking, don’t bother with this one”, she turned out to be the victim of one of the most brutal assaults I’ve ever investigated. She shouldn’t have still been -alive-, let alone up and making the accusation. So let me repeat: five false accounts in fifteen years. And one time I almost failed a woman ‘cause of the bullshit way it’s normal to talk about us. Take your shipmates’ word, and then run the protocol. Every. Single. Time.
what the fuck did i just stumble across
if you hONESTLY THINK GIRLS SHOULD WORRY ABOUT HAVING A GAP BETWEEN THEIR THIGHS THEN YOU’RE THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT GAPS, LIKE THE ONE BETWEEN YOUR EARS WHERE YOUR BRAIN SHOULD BE YOU IDIOTIC FUCKING ASSHOLE
“An anthropologist proposed a game to children in an African tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the children that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run, they all took each others hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats.
When he asked them why they had run like that when one could have had all the fruits for himself, they said, ‘UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?’ (‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: ‘I am because we are.)”I can’t
Kids who have nothing and are better at sharing than most adults in the Western World
life lessons
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