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unclefather:

dumb ass white people doing dumb ass things

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ask-shuffleberry:

this is what butts sound like

The very last Calvin & Hobbes Comic
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hylianrudolf:
Omg this kid at my lunch table was laughing hysterically and I look over and he just says “banana hammock” and I look down an hoLY SHIT HE MADE A FUCKING BANANA HAMMOCK AND PUT A LITTLE FRENCH FRY ON IT I AM SO FUCKING DONE

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hylianrudolf:

Omg this kid at my lunch table was laughing hysterically and I look over and he just says “banana hammock” and I look down an hoLY SHIT HE MADE A FUCKING BANANA HAMMOCK AND PUT A LITTLE FRENCH FRY ON IT I AM SO FUCKING DONE

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cicerosaidwhatnow:

snarky-synesthete:

chimerachick:

fushigiboy:

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mordhau5:


sistercrow:
{previous comments snipped}
TW: Description of depression and suicide
So, one day you are walking along, minding your own business, when suddenly you trip and fall into this enormously deep pit sitting right in the middle of the path.  No clue how it got there or how you failed to notice it until you had fallen in.  You struggle and try to get out of the pit but the wall are too steep and crumbly and the ground under you is wet and muddy and you make no progress at all to get out.
So there you are.  Sitting at the bottom of a dark pit, miserable, with no foreseeable way out.  And then you hear a voice from above.
“Hey there stranger, you seem to have fallen into a pit, eh?”
“Help!  Help I’m stuck and can’t get out!  Please help!”
“Listen, what you need to do now is buck up and see the good things in life.  The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, everything is just grand.  Smile!”
And off they go, leaving you in the pit to contemplate how muddy the mud is and how little sunlight actually reaches you, and when you can faintly hear birds signing it is only a reminder of how far down and stuck you are.  Then another voice.
“My good friend, how nice to see you down there!”
“Help!  For the love of god I am stuck!  Help!”
“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go hang at the mall today.  We could catch a movie or something.”
“I’m stuck down here!  I need help!  Get a rope or something, please!”
“Dude, come on.  Don’t be so down all the time.  If you don’t want to come you could just tell me instead of making excuses.  Way to not care about my feelings.”
And off they go.  Shit.  Now you are in a hole and you hurt your friend’s feelings and you kinda did want to go to the mall.  And the mud is really cold.  Your feet are starting to sink in and you start spending a lot of energy just to keep from sinking in so far they you can’t move anymore.  It is exhausting.  But then a voice that you know so well.
“Hey love!  How are you today?  I bought your favorite food for supper tonight <3”
“Oh thank god!  Help please!  I fell down here and can’t get out and I am sinking into the mud and I’m so scared that I might sink too far in and never be able to get out!”
“You know, you don’t have to get upset with me.”
“I’m not!  I just need help.  I love you.”
“Well you certainly have a funny way of showing, moping about down there in that hole.  If you really loved me maybe you would climb out so we can go home.”
“I’ve tried!  Really I have.  The walls are too steep.  I can’t do it.  I need a ladder or something.  Call the fire department!”
“Ugh.  You aren’t the only one with problems, you know.  Just earlier today I stumble in a small dip in the sidewalk and stepped in a shallow puddle but you don’t see me using it as an excuse to be all self centered.  You know what, fine.  I’ll just go home and eat by myself.  I hope you enjoy your little pity party down there.”
And off they go.
You are desperate and alone even though you can hear and even occasionally see people walking past the opening of the hole.  You call out over and over but nobody seems to care or notice.  And those that do give you trite little nothings.
“You should have waited till you were older to fall into a hole.  Why didn’t you think before you fell in?”
“Kids these days, leaping into holes without any consideration for the rest of us.  Grow up already.”
“You know, if I was in a hole, I would have a grand time of it.  No rules or concerns to hold me back.  I would make mud pies all day long.  You are in such a great position.”
“Cheer up!  If you smiled more and had some fun you would be out of that hole in no time!”
“Stop crying so much.  You’re making the rest of us feel bad.”
At some point somebody hears you and actually listens as you cry for help.  They run off and return later with a large crowd of strangers who stand around the rim of your hole shouting down more pointless little nothings and encouraging you.  More than a few say things like “think about your family! Being stuck in a hole is so selfish when there are so many people who love you!”
And eventually they all clear out and you are still in the hole and the sun is setting and it genuinely feel likes there is no hope at all.
The end.  No, this story doesn’t have a happy ending.  It doesn’t have a cheerful humorous joke to sum up the moral.  You sit in the hole until you get tired of trying.  You stop calling for help.  You let yourself sink into the mud up to your knees and waist and chest.  Your friends stop coming by.  Your partner leaves you because it is too much trouble putting up with you.  Your family stops by to admonish you for being down there and embarrassing them so much.  And someday you do the only thing that would end your existence in the hole and pile the mud up over your face and suffocate, because as scary and awful as death is, it seems to be a better option than living the rest of your life miserable and cold and in pain stuck at the bottom of a hole unable to enjoy anything or feel anything.  And that is the end of my little story.

READ THIS.
This story illustrates the point very well, but doesn’t do anything to inform people of how they CAN help.  People fall into depression for a wide variety of reasons but when trying to help somebody with depression, the imperative word is isolation.  If you have a loved one with depression you can:
>Ask them to play a game with you
>Ask them to hang out
>Ask them to Skype
>Ask them to watch a movie
>Ask them to get dinner with you
>Ask them how they’re feeling
>Tell them you love them
>NOT TAKE THEIR ACTIONS/WORDS PERSONALLY
>Give them a hug
>Spend time with them
>Talk to them about anything
>Talk to them about nothing in particular
>if you see their mood perking up, encourage it and empower them
>Text them
>Offer up advice ::IF AND ONLY IF YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE SAYING AND THAT IT IS APPROPRIATE::
>Try to relate on a personal level ::IF AND ONLY IF YOU HAD A LEGITIMATELY SIMILAR PROBLEM AND YOU DON’T IMPLY THAT YOUR STORY IS WORSE THAN THEIRS::
>Ask them if they’d ever consider talking to somebody who know’s exactly what their going through
>Don’t tell them flat out “you need medication”
>Give them your time and attention. 
>AND if all else fails and you don’t know how to help/can’t do it
ASK.
FOR.
HELP.
Don’t ever try to go about consoling a person you seriously think may have depression with words that are either insincere or faltering. It only makes them feel more alone, which is the opposite of what you’re trying to achieve. There are those out there who know how to support people with depression, and are more than willing to give you good advice.

this is actually perfect.

I don’t usually reblog long things like this, but I think people could definitely benefit from reading this.

I always hoped someone would fix that story

So I’m reblogging this. I have never seriously struggled with depression - nothing more than fairly typical adolescent madness. However, I know people who do.
As a very cheerful person myself, the whole notion of depression is hard for me to get my head around. I know it’s a thing, the same way I know that black holes are real; in the same way, I can’t really figure either out. It’s great that this post has some suggestions, because it gives me ideas as to what to do to help. The first time I saw this post, without the suggestions addendum, I felt sad, hopeless. I only had one idea, and if you’ve ever struggled with depression, you can tell me if you think it’s worth anything.
If you, my friend, were stuck in a deep metaphorical hole and couldn’t get out, I don’t know if I’ll be able to help you. I don’t know if playing games or watching movies is something that will reach you down in that hole. I can try to hug you, but my arms might not be long enough or strong enough to pull you out.
I promise you this, though.
I will sit on the edge of that fucking hole and keep you company.
I will stay with you until erosion wears the edges of the pit away and you can stroll out again.
And I will help keep you from doing anything stupid, like digging deeper.

I love this woman so much. I also love this post and the response, because I’ve been on both sides of this, and just because you’ve been there doesn’t always mean you know how to help someone else who finds themselves down the same hole. 
All we can try to be is understanding, supportive, and realize when our opinions or helpful suggestions are needed (and when they are not). 

cicerosaidwhatnow:

snarky-synesthete:

chimerachick:

fushigiboy:

ladouleurexquisedamour:

mordhau5:

sistercrow:

{previous comments snipped}

TW: Description of depression and suicide

So, one day you are walking along, minding your own business, when suddenly you trip and fall into this enormously deep pit sitting right in the middle of the path.  No clue how it got there or how you failed to notice it until you had fallen in.  You struggle and try to get out of the pit but the wall are too steep and crumbly and the ground under you is wet and muddy and you make no progress at all to get out.

So there you are.  Sitting at the bottom of a dark pit, miserable, with no foreseeable way out.  And then you hear a voice from above.

“Hey there stranger, you seem to have fallen into a pit, eh?”

“Help!  Help I’m stuck and can’t get out!  Please help!”

“Listen, what you need to do now is buck up and see the good things in life.  The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, everything is just grand.  Smile!”

And off they go, leaving you in the pit to contemplate how muddy the mud is and how little sunlight actually reaches you, and when you can faintly hear birds signing it is only a reminder of how far down and stuck you are.  Then another voice.

“My good friend, how nice to see you down there!”

“Help!  For the love of god I am stuck!  Help!”

“Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go hang at the mall today.  We could catch a movie or something.”

“I’m stuck down here!  I need help!  Get a rope or something, please!”

“Dude, come on.  Don’t be so down all the time.  If you don’t want to come you could just tell me instead of making excuses.  Way to not care about my feelings.”

And off they go.  Shit.  Now you are in a hole and you hurt your friend’s feelings and you kinda did want to go to the mall.  And the mud is really cold.  Your feet are starting to sink in and you start spending a lot of energy just to keep from sinking in so far they you can’t move anymore.  It is exhausting.  But then a voice that you know so well.

“Hey love!  How are you today?  I bought your favorite food for supper tonight <3”

“Oh thank god!  Help please!  I fell down here and can’t get out and I am sinking into the mud and I’m so scared that I might sink too far in and never be able to get out!”

“You know, you don’t have to get upset with me.”

“I’m not!  I just need help.  I love you.”

“Well you certainly have a funny way of showing, moping about down there in that hole.  If you really loved me maybe you would climb out so we can go home.”

“I’ve tried!  Really I have.  The walls are too steep.  I can’t do it.  I need a ladder or something.  Call the fire department!”

“Ugh.  You aren’t the only one with problems, you know.  Just earlier today I stumble in a small dip in the sidewalk and stepped in a shallow puddle but you don’t see me using it as an excuse to be all self centered.  You know what, fine.  I’ll just go home and eat by myself.  I hope you enjoy your little pity party down there.”

And off they go.

You are desperate and alone even though you can hear and even occasionally see people walking past the opening of the hole.  You call out over and over but nobody seems to care or notice.  And those that do give you trite little nothings.

“You should have waited till you were older to fall into a hole.  Why didn’t you think before you fell in?”

“Kids these days, leaping into holes without any consideration for the rest of us.  Grow up already.”

“You know, if I was in a hole, I would have a grand time of it.  No rules or concerns to hold me back.  I would make mud pies all day long.  You are in such a great position.”

“Cheer up!  If you smiled more and had some fun you would be out of that hole in no time!”

“Stop crying so much.  You’re making the rest of us feel bad.”

At some point somebody hears you and actually listens as you cry for help.  They run off and return later with a large crowd of strangers who stand around the rim of your hole shouting down more pointless little nothings and encouraging you.  More than a few say things like “think about your family! Being stuck in a hole is so selfish when there are so many people who love you!”

And eventually they all clear out and you are still in the hole and the sun is setting and it genuinely feel likes there is no hope at all.

The end.  No, this story doesn’t have a happy ending.  It doesn’t have a cheerful humorous joke to sum up the moral.  You sit in the hole until you get tired of trying.  You stop calling for help.  You let yourself sink into the mud up to your knees and waist and chest.  Your friends stop coming by.  Your partner leaves you because it is too much trouble putting up with you.  Your family stops by to admonish you for being down there and embarrassing them so much.  And someday you do the only thing that would end your existence in the hole and pile the mud up over your face and suffocate, because as scary and awful as death is, it seems to be a better option than living the rest of your life miserable and cold and in pain stuck at the bottom of a hole unable to enjoy anything or feel anything.  And that is the end of my little story.

READ THIS.

This story illustrates the point very well, but doesn’t do anything to inform people of how they CAN help.  People fall into depression for a wide variety of reasons but when trying to help somebody with depression, the imperative word is isolation.  If you have a loved one with depression you can:

>Ask them to play a game with you

>Ask them to hang out

>Ask them to Skype

>Ask them to watch a movie

>Ask them to get dinner with you

>Ask them how they’re feeling

>Tell them you love them

>NOT TAKE THEIR ACTIONS/WORDS PERSONALLY

>Give them a hug

>Spend time with them

>Talk to them about anything

>Talk to them about nothing in particular

>if you see their mood perking up, encourage it and empower them

>Text them

>Offer up advice ::IF AND ONLY IF YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE SAYING AND THAT IT IS APPROPRIATE::

>Try to relate on a personal level ::IF AND ONLY IF YOU HAD A LEGITIMATELY SIMILAR PROBLEM AND YOU DON’T IMPLY THAT YOUR STORY IS WORSE THAN THEIRS::

>Ask them if they’d ever consider talking to somebody who know’s exactly what their going through

>Don’t tell them flat out “you need medication”

>Give them your time and attention. 

>AND if all else fails and you don’t know how to help/can’t do it

ASK.

FOR.

HELP.

Don’t ever try to go about consoling a person you seriously think may have depression with words that are either insincere or faltering. It only makes them feel more alone, which is the opposite of what you’re trying to achieve. There are those out there who know how to support people with depression, and are more than willing to give you good advice.

this is actually perfect.

I don’t usually reblog long things like this, but I think people could definitely benefit from reading this.

I always hoped someone would fix that story

So I’m reblogging this. I have never seriously struggled with depression - nothing more than fairly typical adolescent madness. However, I know people who do.

As a very cheerful person myself, the whole notion of depression is hard for me to get my head around. I know it’s a thing, the same way I know that black holes are real; in the same way, I can’t really figure either out. It’s great that this post has some suggestions, because it gives me ideas as to what to do to help. The first time I saw this post, without the suggestions addendum, I felt sad, hopeless. I only had one idea, and if you’ve ever struggled with depression, you can tell me if you think it’s worth anything.

If you, my friend, were stuck in a deep metaphorical hole and couldn’t get out, I don’t know if I’ll be able to help you. I don’t know if playing games or watching movies is something that will reach you down in that hole. I can try to hug you, but my arms might not be long enough or strong enough to pull you out.

I promise you this, though.

I will sit on the edge of that fucking hole and keep you company.

I will stay with you until erosion wears the edges of the pit away and you can stroll out again.

And I will help keep you from doing anything stupid, like digging deeper.

I love this woman so much. I also love this post and the response, because I’ve been on both sides of this, and just because you’ve been there doesn’t always mean you know how to help someone else who finds themselves down the same hole. 

All we can try to be is understanding, supportive, and realize when our opinions or helpful suggestions are needed (and when they are not). 

tigull:

i threw a bitch in the well

don’t ask me i’ll never tell

i looked away as she fell

dumb hoe was in my way

d-o-nuts:

lu-baozi:

kyungsol:

The Cutest Clumsy on Earth

I WANT A KYUNGSOOOOOO.

who doesn’t 

mentalalchemy:

artu-becreative:

Today we are inspired by some INCREDIBLE 3D STREET ART!!!!!

that first one tho