When I worked at a non-profit that handled suicide prevention, I had access to the donation records. Each month, a specific man donated 15$ to our organization. It was like clockwork.. same day, same man, he had been doing this for over 4 years. It always seemed odd to me but I never questioned it… until I saw a note attached one month. "For Noah- Dad"
his donation was once his child’s allowance.
I can promise you, they would miss you for the rest of their lives.
I’m not very good at small talk, I want to talk about dying and aliens and sex and meaning and the sky, I am terrible at asking about school and weather
I swear this speaks to me on such deep levels oomg
oh yeah, with the new size limit for .gifs this thing can finally be posted
what the fuck
once my sister got rejected for a job at a web design company that she really wanted to work for so that night she hacked into their website and redirected it to her blog and the next day the CEO called her and hired her on the spot so moral of the story: if at first you don’t succeed, hack their website and make them beg for mercy
person: u should like more colours
okay Nintendo but consider this: i don’t have money
even when im not laying facedown on the floor literally, i am always laying facedown on the floor figuratively. in my heart or whatever.
i don’t care about straight girls who are afraid to cut their hair short in case they get called lesbians, i care about the fact that lesbians are being used as fucking insults