remember that sasuke figurine that could hold up like literally fucking anythign
And my personal favorite
ARE YOU KIDDING ME
I had to reblog this, I’m sorry
Omg that’s amazing
i don’t understand. in my life, no matter where or who, its ask for what you need or want. then when you get your response you either thank the person or you say ok and figure out whether or not you can get it for yourself or do without. this is a priciple in ones life. just like the sky is blue and the sea is green (ok its blue but shutup). i’ve re-evaluated everything before. trying to get my life back up to what it once was. but now. now i don’t know anymore. there was a we. but her heavily doting mothering type seems that because i need someone to ask its not enough. seriously. you see the problem? where can i just go ahead and change, the fundamental of my life’s biggest change was to acquire this very knowledge so as not to be screwed over again.
then there is suicide. its there, sitting next to me just taunting. flipping its beautiful razor in the air like a coin. sure it could be pointed out as “well if you don’t get your way, just kill yourself” or “eh you don’t understand the problem and its getting you down. just get off this mortal coil and there is nothing left”. Which some would say is selfish… which is true. it is selfish. I have a kid coming, to leave her behind is a travesty. yet i know that when i turn 39 i’m going to die anyway. just 10 years of a life.
i was so happy. so wonderfully, blissfully unawares of the world that existed outside of just her. it was nice. the ability to just forget, to not acknowledge the world because she is in it. its a thing of beauty.
without her there really is nothing. no job worth working, no air worth breathing. its really something spectacular to say the least. its beautiful to see such depth. yet here i am. taken. taken away from it all.
so there it is. death. the end. the sweet reprieve. the endless night. two sounds a twitch and gone. red rivers. its almost so sweet to think about.
i know i’m putting it up on tumblr and probably most people will sit and say “oh well thats for attention”… if i wanted attention i would say something much more violent and probably more often. this however. maybe just the last thing i need to say.
i don’t work like them. like you. my world only goes three feet in front of me. how can i expect anyone to be in love with someone like me? it must be a mirage. i can love, its happened. yet here i am. alone. nothing left but a husk of foreign matter chewing away at molecule sized disgrace. guess you win world. i didn’t make it to 39. you win.
Gun Control to the rational world: We don’t want idiots to have guns, we already pay for their lively hood, we don’t need their hospital bills too.
Gun Control to the irrational world: They are taking our guns to stop us from rising up against tyranny. Though i’m going to TELL you what the tyranny is, who it started with and focus you in that direction while i make money off of your fear.
Gun Control to those that don’t flipping care: these peeps don’t want those peeps to shoot other peeps… i don’t care.