thisgirlgames:

Reblogging for the 2890454th time.

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zeoiakuesk:

fall is almost here guys

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I didn’t think this gif could be used properly with anything. I was wrong.

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forfoxesonly:

THIS FOX IS LIKE, “BE A DEER AND STOP KISSING ME, PLEASE!” AND THIS DEER IS LIKE, “I CAN’T HELP MYSELF, YOU’RE SUCH A FOX!” THESE TWO! AM I RIGHT!? GET A FOREST!!!

forfoxesonly:

THIS FOX IS LIKE, “BE A DEER AND STOP KISSING ME, PLEASE!” AND THIS DEER IS LIKE, “I CAN’T HELP MYSELF, YOU’RE SUCH A FOX!” THESE TWO! AM I RIGHT!? GET A FOREST!!!

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"No one will miss me", "I’m better off dead"

after-crisis:

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.

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nakittr:

its 1st of September do you know what this means

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It isn’t often that my depression gets the best of me. I’ve been conditioned to keep it in check, keep my eye on the immediate concerns. I’ve lived so long knowing that things will work themselves out in the end.

Sometimes something triggers a feeling that I’ve buried deep. And all that effort is undone.

I wish I had somewhere I could call home. I miss my friends. My real friends. I’m scared that I don’t know how to connect with people anymore. I know I’ll never be alone, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’ll never quite keep those who are truly important to me very close.

I’m not making progress. I feel like I’ve become stagnant. I used to be much different. Better. I don’t know where I went, and I don’t know who took my place. I don’t recognize the boy in those old photos. And I can’t see him in the mirror.

I’m sad. I’m broken. I can’t fix it.

showered-flowers:

have you ever just looked at someone and thought, my fucking god i adore you. i adore every goddamn ounce. i adore your bones and your soul. but I’m a loser, who just doesn’t wanna lose you. i can lose fucking everything, but not you. oh god. not you.

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